For The Love of a Greaser

Chapter 54

Not Drunk

"Mmm…what time is it?" I mumbled, feeling a warm body beneath me.

I was almost startled though when I opened my eyes, finding Dally laying there beneath me, eyes open, but tired as he stared at the ceiling with a cigarette in his mouth.

"Dal?" I called out, glancing around the room for a moment.

I wasn't at home, that much was for certain.

"Huh?" he asked, turning his eyes back to look at me as he laid there on his pillow, the smoke from his cigarette slowly floating up to the ceiling.

"Where am I?" I asked softly, covering my mouth as I yawned.

"My place, remember?" he said, raising an eyebrow in question.

"You're place…when?" I asked, brows furrowing as I raked my brain for answers.

"Man, those drugs really messed with your head, didn't they?" he chuckled, pushing himself up on the bed.

"Sorry," I sighed, running a hand over my face.

"Don't be," he told me, reaching forward and fixing my shirt.

I felt myself blush as he did this, cheeks heating up as I sat there.

"Sorry, Princess, just trying to keep your dignity intact," he chuckled, pulling the cigarette from between his lips.

"Dallas!" I cried, smacking his chest with my hand.

He only laughed at my attempt to hit him, falling back onto the bed of a moment and laying there.

"Man, you hit like a girl," he teased, taking another drag.

"I am a girl!" I told him, eyes narrowed.

"You ain't much of one then," he said smugly.

"Don't make me hurt you," I warned.

"I'd like to see you try," he challenged, staring me straight in the eyes.

"Dal!" I yelled, raising my hand to smack him in the back of the head, only to end up groaning afterward as I felt the muscle pull in my shoulders. "Ow…" I groaned, leaning forward a bit.

"You might wanna take a couple of these," he sighed, jiggling a bottle of pills in front of me.

"Where'd you get those from Dal?" I asked curiously.

"They're yours," he said simply, a smirk on his face as he tossed the bottle into my lap.

"Lovely," I sighed, running a hand over my face.

I then opened the bottle, looking down at it for a moment as I let my eyes scan over it, reading a little bit. I was just glad that as I dumped them into my hands, they weren't very large pills. I hated taking big pills because I normally always managed to choke on them. They were just too hard for me to swallow.

"Here," Dally said, holding out a bottle of beer.

I scrunched my nose up as he did this, but took it anyway, popping the pills in my mouth and taking a swig. I nearly gagged in response as I swallowed, handing the beer back to him. It was disgusting.

"Ugh, that tastes gross," I cringed.

"Hey, man, it's flat," he shrugged, sitting the bottle down on the bedside table, before folding his hands behind his head.

"I feel like crap," I said flatly.

"Eh, you'll get over it," he said, biting back a smile.

"Oh, shut up you," I told him, picking up my foot and shoving him with it.

"So…," he started, looking up at the ceiling. "When exactly were you gonna tell me about everything?" he asked, seeming a bit more relaxed at the moment.

"You mean…"

"Yeah," he nodded, glancing over at me for a moment.

"I planned on telling you the moment I got back yesterday," I told him, carefully rubbing my arm, my mouth twitching as a result.

My arm in general was still tender, but I touched it nonetheless. I just hoped that the meds would kick in soon, taking all of the pain away.

"Why didn't you?" he asked quietly.

"I…," I started, but paused for a moment, thinking of why I didn't call him about it when I got back. "I don't know," I said honestly, my brows furrowing together in thought.

Why hadn't I called him. I mean, everyone else knew about it. Granted, Joe didn't know about it yet, but still. Why hadn't I called Dally and told him? Whenever something big comes up or happens, I normally always tell him about it. So why didn't I?

I didn't even see him sitting up as I sat there, completely buried in my thoughts. That was until I felt his arm around my shoulders, pulling my head into the base of his neck.

"Look, don't worry about it, alright?" he sighed, resting his chin on top of my head for a moment.

"But…"

"No buts," he said firmly, before getting up off the bed and walking over to the window.

He stood there for a moment, merely staring down through the glass. The only things down there were a few cars, street lamps, and a fence. Regardless, he stood there staring, watching even.

"Dal?" I called quietly.

"Hm?"

"You okay?" I asked, almost hesitant.

"Yeah," he nodded. "Look, I'll be right back, so stay here," he told me, turning away from the window and heading out the door.

I didn't know what to say as I sat there on the bed, biting my lower lip. The whole thing was obviously bothering him, but I didn't know what to do about it. I wasn't even sure why it was bothering him to be honest.

"I wish things made more sense."

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"No what are ya doin'?" Buck asked, catching sight of Dally.

"Nothin' man, just thought I'd come downstairs for a bit," Dally told him, leaning over the bar and grabbing a beer as he passed a couple people sitting at the counter.

"So, what, ya just gonna leave her up there then?" Buck asked, raising an eyebrow in question at his young friend.

"Just leave me alone man," Dally grumbled, moving over to the door and stepping outside.

He needed some air and that's all he knew, sitting down on the steps outside, people slowly piling in as the next couple hours passed by.

T

"Guys, I'm home!" Darry called, stepping inside the house with a couple bags of groceries in his arms.

He'd made sure to stop by the grocery store on his way home, knowing that Abigail would get on him if he didn't. Especially, since they were low on food at the moment, and the fact that she'd been wanting to make cake for the boys again. For that reason, he'd made sure to pick everything up that she needed.

"Now, I know you guys aren't deaf," he called out, walking into the kitchen, hearing a few shouts as he went. "Either get down here or no food," he called up the stairs, before walking back into the kitchen and pulling the groceries out of the bags.

After that, everyone came running, the sound of rampant footsteps rushing down the stairs.

Soda was the first one down, pushing his way into the kitchen. After that, Steve walked in followed by Eden and Two-Bit. Ponyboy was the last one down though, carefully carrying Johnny down the stairs.

"Do I even wanna know what all you guys were doing up there?" Darry asked, raising an eyebrow in question.

"Not really," Soda shrugged.

"We were all playin' spin the bottle," Two-Bit piped up, biting back a laugh as he looked at Darry's reaction.

"No we weren't Two-Bit," Ponyboy sighed, sitting Johnny down in one of the chairs.

"Come on, now, why'd ya have ta go and ruin all my fun?" Two-Bit whined, Darry shaking his head in response.

"You really need to get a life kid," Darry said, his comment aimed at Two-Bit.

"Hey, I already got one," Two-Bit chuckled, pulling Eden closer and ruffling her hair.

A moment later, she went chasing after him, yelling as she went. Everyone else merely watched, laughing as Two-Bit tripped over his feet and fell on the floor, Eden kicking him straight in the rear.

"Man, you're getting beat up by a girl now," Steve laughed, standing beside Soda.

"Hey, you guys know if Abigail's awake or not?" Darry asked, placing the milk in the refrigerator.

"How would we know? She ain't here," Steve shrugged, grabbing some lunch meat and taking a seat at the table.

"Give me that," Darry said, snatching the meat out of his hands and placing it on the counter. "And what do you mean, she's not here?" he asked.

"Just what I said, she ain't here," Steve told him, making sound like it was obvious, before getting back up and making a grab for the lunch meat again.

"Wait a sec, Dally should have brought her back by now," he spoke aloud, brows furrowing in confusion.

"Dally?" Ponyboy asked in confusion. "I thought you were bringin' her home Dar?"

"I left that to Dally," Darry sighed, running a hand through his hair. "He's probably got her over at his place."

"Why would he have taken her over there?" Ponyboy asked.

"He got pissed off earlier when I talked to him," Darry told him, letting himself lean back against the counter. "He wasn't too happy about being left out of the loop on the whole marriage thing," he explained.

"You're kiddin' me, right?" Two-Bit asked skeptically.

"No, I'm not," Darry heaved.

"Well, knowin' Dal, they're probably talking about it," Ponyboy told him, watching as he shrugged.

"I guess."

"Hey, don't worry about it Dar, I'm sure they'll work it out," Soda assured him.

T

I sat there waiting for Dally like he'd told me, but he never came back up. I wasn't even sure how long I'd been waiting, just the fact that it had been a while and I felt strange, my mind fuzzy and clouded. It was as if the colors around me were trying to mold into one. Different thoughts spun through my head. Maybe I should go find him and apologize? Check on him at least.

T

Abigail stumbled around as music pounded through the room, the tune fast and edgy. The words were blurred as she slumped down on an empty stool, heart pounding, body swaying slightly from side to side as she zoned out. It was as if she was drunk, but she'd never been drunk in her life. Her skin was practically on fire at the moment.

"Hey there darlin'," came a voice from her left.

Turning her head, she found said owner strolling toward her, walking up to her as he placed his hands on top of the counter on either side of her. His face was mere inches from hers as he leaned forward.

Abigail didn't even move as he did this, hot breath brushing against her skin already burning flesh. Her senses didn't even register the pungent smell of alcohol on his breath.

"Wanna dance?" he asked, showing off is pearly whites, voice slightly slurred from the consumption of alcohol.

"Sure," she nodded slowly, feet settling on the ground as she let him pull her from her stool, dragging her up by her arm and leading her toward the middle of the room.

She didn't even know what she was doing as she stood there with him, feeling his hands on her, running over her waist as they moved. It was like she was dreaming or something, that the things around her weren't even real. Her senses tingling with every touch, every sound, every thought. Almost like she had a buzz of some sort.

"Darry…" she whispered softly, her voice being drowned out by the music.

"Wha'd ya say darlin'?" he asked, drawing her closer, his face mere inches from her own.

"Darry," she replied, repeating herself.

"Darry?" he asked skeptically. "The hell kind of name is that?"

"Abigail?"

They both turned their heads upon hearing the voice to find Dally standing there, an angry look on his face as he took in the other man, fury shooting through in as he spotted the man's hands on her body. The guys face was still close to hers, lust in his eyes as he disregarded her mention of another man. His mind was on one thing only.

"Get the hell off of her," Dally growled, his hand curling around the man's shirt as he tore him away from her, shoving him toward the exit.

"What's your problem man?" the guy asked angrily, shoving back.

"What's my problem? You wanna know what my problem is?" Dally asked, trying to control his temper. "My problem is you trying to cop a feel," he told him, shoving him hard in the chest.

"I don't see your name on her anywhere," the man argued.

"Yeah, well, she's engaged. So, get lost jackass," Dally pushed, finally managing to push him outside, everyone else ignoring the fight around them.

"Dal?" Abigail whispered fearfully, reaching out to her friend.

Without a second thought, Dally walked over to her, grabbing her and pulling her into his arms.

"I didn't mean to scare you," he told her, giving her a small squeeze.

"Dance with me?" she asked, leaning against him, his temper slowly beginning to simmer down as he looked down at her.

"What happened to you?" he asked, brows furrowing together as he looked her in the eyes, her eyes slightly dilated.

It was a look that he'd seen many a time before, but never from her. Problem was, there were only a few scenarios in which it could have happened.

"Are you drunk?" he asked, pulling her back a couple inches so that he could look at her properly.

"No," she whined, letting her head rest against him. "Dance with me?" she asked, a faint whimper in her voice.

She didn't smell like alcohol or anything like that and he knew that she'd never do something to get high, so he wasn't sure what was up with her. Still, he nodded warily, gently taking her into his arms as she wrapped hers around his neck; her body close to his.

At the same time Dal began to calm down, Abigail felt suffocated, her body and mind on autopilot. She really had no control over her thought process.

"Dal? Am I a good person?" she asked suddenly, looking up at him, eyes watery.

"What? Of course you are," he told her, confused as to why she'd even be asking something like that. "Why would you even ask such a thing?"

"I hurt you," she recalled.

"Abs, listen, you didn't do anything wrong," he assured her, his hands coming to rest upon her cheeks.

"I'm terrible," she murmured, closing her eyes for a moment, head down. "You must hate me now," she whispered, her words still reaching his ears through the music of Roy Orbison's 'Pretty Woman'.

"I don't hate you," he told her, letting his thumb stroke her cheek gently. "I could never hate you," he whispered, pressing his lips to her forehead before pausing. "I love you more than you know," he admitted.

"Dal?" she whispered, looking up into his eyes.

"You have no clue," he breathed, biting his lip before finally making up his mind and leaning down.

Within seconds, his lips were pressed lightly against hers, the taste of beer now on her lips. It was a feeling that sent her reeling, her eyes closing as she leaned in subconsciously, tentatively racking her fingers though his hair. This in itself was something that set Dal's soul on fire, spurring him forward as they found themselves against the door frame by the stairs, both equally involved at this point.

"Dal…" she breathed, leaning back in as she kissed him, gripping his shoulder.

In return, he ran his hand against the skin of her side, pulling her closer. His other hand held onto the doorframe, balancing himself as he pushed his weight forward, pushing her back against the frame. He knew this was wrong, but he couldn't help it. Just the fact that she was kissing him back sent him soaring, his breath heaving in and out as he pressed another kiss to her mouth, pulling lightly until a faint moan escaped her. He knew that she had to feel something, otherwise, she wouldn't be kissing him back.

"Dal," she whispered, gripping his shirt as she shook from the feeling.

"I've wanted to do that for so long," he breathed, leaning down and kissing the side of her neck, a groan escaping her as she curled her fingers around the back of his shirt.

It was a name, a name that made him stop and frown as he pulled back, looking into her glossy eyes. She's mumbled Darry's name, not his. The name of her boyfriend, her fiancé. She'd called out for him, not Dally, and it was what reminded him and made him realize just what he had done.

T

I stood there staring at him as I slowly felt my legs give way, my body sliding down against the doorframe, the kiss still fresh on my lips. It had been so invigorating, so electrifying that I wasn't sure what to make of it in my seemingly drunken state. I had to admit, he was a kisser though. My thoughts then somehow managed to go to Darry, finding myself comparing the two for some odd reason, trying to figure out who was a better kisser.

"I'm sorry," Dally told me, kneeling down in front of me.

I ignored his words though, leaning forward and kissing him, bracing myself against his shoulder so that I wouldn't fall.

"Abigail," he groaned, kissing me back, his hand on my cheek as his brows furrowed together. "I can't do this," he sighed, pulling back, and for a moment I felt rejected.

"Why?" I groaned. "Don't you like me?" I asked childishly, my words melding together, nearly becoming one.

"Of course I do," he sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Then kiss me," I said simply, gripping the front of his shirt lightly and kissing him, his hand coming up and touching my cheek as he kissed back.

He pulled back a moment later, the look on his face suggesting that he didn't want to, but he did anyway.

"I'm sorry," he told me, standing up and walking upstairs, leaving me to sit there on the floor.

"Dal?" I whined, craning my neck to look up the stairs.

I heard his door slam once he got up there, a wave of dizziness suddenly hitting me. I suddenly felt sick to my stomach, letting myself slide further to the floor, my head leaning against the steps. I felt nauseous and lightheaded.

"Hey, you okay hun?" I heard someone asked, the voice female and concerned.

I opened my eyes to look at her, her face drawn out with blue eyes and blond hair. She was Two-Bit's preferred type, hands down.

"Hey, you don't look too good," she pointed out, crouching down in front of me.

"Dal…" I whimpered, closing my eyes, the fuzzy feeling slowly starting to consume me.

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