[Johnny POV]

I met Dallas last night...well actually his eyes met my body. I caught him staring at me and he looked away like it was nothing, it almost seemed like he had a problem with me. When he caught me looking at him we made short eye contact, his icy blue eyes captivated me. He had a light smile on his face and a beer in front of him, perhaps he was a tad buzzed. I had my own drink but I wasn't a big alcohol person, never found appeal in it. Dallas started the whole conversation between us. He acted offended that I was looking at him, though he started it by staring at me like a wild animal. I called him a creeper and he kinda chuckled at my insult like I was a kid insulting an adult. Though compared to him I was pretty small in size, he was a lot taller than me, I think I reached a little past his shoulders. He said he wasn't a creeper and had a smile on his face, a damn pretty smile. I wondered what else he could be, perhaps my own stalker? I highly doubted that. I asked what he was and he gave me a smart-ass answer but at least I learned his name.

Dallas Winston was his full name, at the moment the name triggered within me, it sounded so familiar. He couldn't be the Curtis's friend, could he? Didn't he have completely blond hair? I called him a smart-ass but all he said was that he's been called that before, I kinda groaned to myself. He asked me what I was, I didn't want to tell him, he was a stranger. I brushed my long bangs to the side of my face, I told him I wouldn't tell him. I heard him sigh but he kept that smile, he told me it was only fair if I told my name. I wanted to say "Life isn't fair buddy" but decided against it, so I gave him my name. My voice was dripping annoyance though I don't think I was annoyed. He leaned back in his chair, personally if he fell backwards I would probably let him lay there. Sadly, he did not fall and I looked to my lap in disappointment. He asked if I was friends with Ponyboy, he was dipping into personal stuff. I looked at him and told him he was being nosy but I said yes to his question.

He asked if I remembered him and I felt very confused, I was pretty sure I haven't met this man before. I shook my head and told him no. He told me he was friends with the Curtis's and that made it click on who he was in my head. He looked different, he used to dress pretty normal but now he looked like a generic punk band member. He had a red jacket with the sleeves rolled up, he had a low cut black shirt with some necklace, he also had black pants, his pants shoved in his boots, he also had leather braclets. He had way better clothes than I did, I really felt kind of envious of him. I told him he didn't look the same, he said his hair got longer and something about mysterious black streaks in his hair. I thought it was kinda funny he didn't address the generic punk look he had going on, maybe he thought it was cool. the streaks caught my attention, he had streaks like mine but mine were blond. I told him that I had the same thing and he looked a tad surprised, I shifted my bangs around a bit. He sat up in his seat, I noticed how cute he was, I was worried I was falling in love. I sighed, hoping that I was not. He began to stare at me again and I just let him, there was really no point in stopping him.

I looked over at him at a very strange moment, he was looking at my thigh. He got a light blush and he stuttered a sorry to me. I felt my chest tighten, he could've been looking at my gun so I tried to convince myself he was. I figured i'd try to make him feel better by telling him i've had people do weirder which wasn't a lie, I've had a guy grab my ass in public. At least he wasn't molesting me. He took a drink from his beer and I looked to my lap, my face still felt warm. We sat in silence for a few moments but he shattered the silence, he asked me how Pony and I met. I felt those memories rush to my mind, bittersweet memories. I told him Pony and I met at school, and even told him Pony talked to me first. He asked if I liked Pony I told him sure because he was my friend afterall. He told me that didn't mean I couldn't dislike Pony. I'm not sure why'd I'd be upset with Pony, he never did anything bad to me. I told him I really liked Pony but added "as a friend" at the end..I stuttered a but when saying it. He smirked, he seemed pretty amused, he asked me if I thought Pony was cute. He had a teasing tone in his voice. I told him no but then said he wasn't ugly and I became a stuttering mess. I facepalmed and I heard him giggle, I sighed heavily. I asked why he was asking so much about Pony, there's more to me than Pony and I hope he knows that. He shrugged and said he just wanted to and nothing could prepare me for what he was about to say to me. He said me and Pony could be "fucking" on the side and that he isn't judging..My face felt really hot now and he seemed to enjoy my embarrassment.

I told him me and Pony do not "fuck" on the side, I even added finger quotations around the word "fuck". He said he was just curious and that maybe his damned curiosity was a good thing. I asked how it was a good thing, I was annoyed by him now. He got really close to me, our lips just a few inches away and I suddenly wanted to kiss him. He told me we could fuck on the side and I flew backwards, I had a heavy blush on my face. I practically yelled at him, he wanted in my pants! He said only if i'm willing in a low arousing tone and he slowly licked his lips. I watched his tongue circle over his soft looking lips. I had to use all of my self control.

I told him no and he groaned, he asked why I denied him access. I told him I barely knew him but really I wanted to let him take me right on the bar. He told me he'd be waiting, oh God I had to get out of here. I stood and told him bye, I speed walked out the door, the cold air hit me but I wasn't phased. His words crossed my mind multiple times, I wanted to give to the temptation. I hoped to see him again soon, as I made my way to the Curtis's.