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dreamerx0: The anger between Dally and Tim is that both of them have reputations with the ladies (I've always wanted to say that corny line) and Dally's afraid of losing Rachel to Tim because he hasn't even admitted to himself how much he likes her, just yet. Did I make since?
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Sad news though I only got 9 reviews total for this chapter and the last chapter I got 10 : (
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"I needed to talk to you," I said before my mind could stop my mouth.
"About what? What would be so important that you left the Curtis' alone, met up with Shepard, and came to Bucks to find me?" Dally, asked his voice filled with scorn.
I wasn't sure how to reply. I'd never heard that disdain in his voice before. He was supposed to tell me what I had done, not make me feel worse than I already did. I turned away from him before he could see my tears and walked over to the window. I felt the tears trickle.
"Answer me Rachel! What was so damn important?" he demanded, walking over to where I was standing and grabbing my shoulders to turn me around. When he spotted my tears, all of the anger that seemed to fill him deflated.
"Damn. Rachel, I'm sorry, I'm a bastard," he apologized, running a hand over his hair.
"I just wanted to know what I had done to make everyone hate me," I murmured through my tears.
"Hate you? What do you mean?' Dally questioned, confused.
"Soda tried to talk to me, but couldn't, and than made up an excuse to leave my room. Darry couldn't stand to be near me after last night. I just want to know what I did to make them hate me so I can fix it," I elaborated as my tears began again with a vengeance.
"Damn. I knew I should have stayed," Dally sighed, more to himself than to me.
"They don't hate you Rachel. They were trying to explain to you what was wrong about you and Tim yesterday." Dally said
I began to calm down, but in place of my tears confusion began to fill me. "What do you mean? I don't understand," I said, my eyes asking Dally to explain.
"…this is hard." was his reply. "Sit down," he offered. I glanced around seeing nowhere to sit but on the queen-size bed. I chose that and walked over and sat down. The bed was surprisingly comfortable.
"Look, I'm just gonna come out and say it. Don't talk until I'm done," Dally commanded. I nodded yes. "Yesterday, when we came in and found you…" he paused and pulled out a fag and lit it, taking a deep drag before continuing. "Between Tim's legs it looked like you were doing something else to him instead of changing his bandages" Dally said taking another drag, his jaw clenched while he continued to pace.
"What did it look like?" I asked
"What did I say about talking?" Dally countered my question.
I nodded.
"It looked like something girls do for guys when they want to please them," he said, his voice so tight that I was amazed a sound was able to be heard.
But I still didn't understand what he meant. Dally noticed my confusion because he cursed loudly.
"Did your grandma ever talk to you about sex?" he asked me bluntly.
I blushed like a tomato."You mean intercourse?" I asked quietly
"Intercourse. Jeez. Uhh…yeah," he replied, rubbing his hands over his face.
"Well, did she tell you that there are different levels of 'intercourse'?" he asked saying the word intercourse mockingly.
"Yes she did," I replied, but kept my eyes firmly on the floor, my arms wrapped around my middle.
"Did she explain what those other levels were?" he asked.
"No. She said…my husband would tell me on our wedding night," I said slightly embarrassed to admit that to him.
"Fuck," I heard him whisper, his lack of patience becoming evident. "Well let's just say that you between Tim's legs looked like another level," he finished as nicely as possible.
"But I would never! Not with him, not with anyone…" I trailed off as I watched Dally grab his beer and gulp some down.
"We know you're not like that, but Tim is, and none of us felt right leaving you alone with him so we assumed the worst," he said as he put out his nearly done cigarette before lighting another one.
"But why couldn't anyone just tell me that?" I asked.
"I'd imagine because its hell trying to explain it without being crude as fuck about it," he replied bluntly as he came towards the bed and sat down with his back leaning against the headboard.
"Oh," was all I could manage.
"I guess they see you as a little sister and didn't want to put ideas in your head," he finished as he gulped down some more beer and than took a drag of his cigarette. "Look…it's late. Why don't you make yourself comfortable and I'll give Darry a call. You can stay here tonight, I'll take the floor," Dally offered and I nodded all the excitement of tonight catching up with me. Then I gasped which made him sit up quickly
"What?" he asked, suddenly fully alert.
"Your hand's bleeding," I said, not thinking as I moved closer to him and grabbed his hand, holding it up to see how bad the damage was.
"It's fine," he assured me, trying to move his hand away, but I held it tighter, knowing that if he really wanted his hand free he could do it.
"No it's not," I whispered, letting my free hand slide gently over the cuts on his hand. I felt him shudder. "Did I hurt you?" I asked quietly
"Nah, you're fine. I'm…just not used to…" he trailed off, his eyes hooded, looking at me with that hungry gaze that I didn't understand.
"Good…I don't want to hurt you," I said, almost hypnotized by his gaze.
I watched as he lifted his hand up towards my face, caressing my check. A small sigh of pleasure escaped me before I realized, and his eyes seemed to get darker. He leaned forward and stopped right before my face. His calloused thumb caressing my cheek and moving towards my lips, I leaned forward not sure what I was doing when his lips met mine.
I felt his tongue touch my lips in what seemed like an invitation to open my mouth.
I saw stars.