me & the greasers (a dally love story)

chapter 14

BEVERLY'S POV

I watched with a queasy feeling in my stomach as the greasers and socs threw endless punches and kicks at one another. I was now sitting in what was a puddle of mud behind some car, unnoticed. A dreary mood filled the air that night. No one wanted to have a brawl really, they had to. The minutes were endless and I just wanted to go home. I knew something had happened, I couldn't see because of how dark it was at the field, but everyone got really quiet. I moved from my hiding spot to get a better view. As I adjusted, I could see everyone's faces better. My eyes shifted to see someone on the ground. It was a greaser. It was Dally and the sight of him was tugging at my heart.

Once I recognized the almost still body lying in the mud his words from early rung in my ears. "I'll be fine, and as long as I am Pony will be too" but Dally wasn't fine. He was bleeding. He was cut, with a blade. Once I realized a blade was pulled on him I noticed Darry started yelling at the socs because blades weren't supposed to be pulled, it was in the unwritten rules. They all ran off because they knew it was wrong and the gang immediately tended to Dally. Johnny ripped off his tank top giving it to Darry so he could apply pressure to the wound. Then he picked up Dally and they all began to run in the direction of our house. Shit. I had to get home before them. I took a different way then I knew they would so I wouldn't be caught.

As I was sprinting down the dark streets with the rain surrounding me all I could think about was Dally. Something I realized when I saw him hurt, was that I needed him. I like him a lot. More than any boy in the past. I liked how he took care of me when no one was looking, and how he treats Johnny like his little brother. I also liked how tough he was but he wasn't modest about it. He was so handsome even when he wears the same jeans and wife beater everyday. And I had to tell him that because who knows when I'll lose that chance. These thoughts had me running faster then I'd ever ran before. My lungs were burning and I could feel the blood pumping through my veins.

I sprinted through the door of my house without slowing down, only to see Dallas lying on the couch in agony as the gang surrounded him. I ran to him and I saw Darry and Pony assisting each other trying to patch up the wound. I pushed the guys out of my way so I could get to Dally. Out of my brothers, I was always the best at fixing them up after their fights and stuff. I'm sure Pony and Darry would of done a fine job but I wanted to do it myself, I had more experience anyway. Dally's cut wasn't too deep but it was in a bad spot, on his thigh. He gritted his teeth and pain but managed to get out the words, "Hey Bev, lookin pretty good don't I?"

"You have a severed thigh and you still can't resist flirting with me, oh Dallas," I said trying to seem calm as I cleaned out his wound with alcohol. That has got to hurt bad. I could feel all the guys concerned with their eyes on me. I knew Darry would question me on why I was wearing all black clothing drenched and covered in mud, but right now everyone was worrying about Dally, myself included. After maybe an hour of full on concentration I was finally finished with Dally's cut. I grabbed him a blanket and pillow so he could sleep on the couch tonight because his leg hurt too bad to move. The rest of the greasers went home with cuts and bruises, nothing worse than Dally though. Pony, Soda, and Darry went to bed shortly after Dallas was all patched up. They were pretty quiet but before Darry went to bed he told me, "We will talk about this tomorrow." Wish me luck with that.

I stayed with Dally all through the sitting on the floor beside the couch in case he woke up and needed something. He was sound asleep until half way through the night he woke up. I didn't notice until I saw him sit up.

"Dallas," I whispered to him, "are you okay?"

"Is that you Bev? Yeah I'm okay, my leg just hurts."

"You got cut with a blade earlier, in the brawl," he probably remembered but I didn't know what else to say to him.

"I know, they weren't supposed to do that. What are you still doing up?" He moved over on the couch so I would have a spot next to him. I sat next to him and he grabbed ahold of my hand.

"I wanted to stay up to make sure you were okay," I told him truthfully.

"You didn't have to do that, don't you have school tomorrow?"

"Yeah but it's whatever," I had to tell him how I felt about him. "Dallas can I tell you something?"

"Yeah what's up?" his voice was soft, every word he spoke to me like honey.

"Well I don't know how to say this, so I guess I'll just tell you what I'm thinking. I like you a lot. And I guess I was too afraid to admit that to myself before. But after seeing you hurt and watching you fight I had to tell you. And if you don't feel the same.." I was stopped mid sentence by a kiss. Dally's lips crashed against mine. They were softer then I'd imagined. As I pulled away from him I could still feel the butterflies in my stomach.

"In case that answer wasn't clear enough, I like you too Bev." I kissed him again and it was just as good as the first. I pulled away shorty and went back to my spot on the floor. "You can sleep on the couch if you want, with or without me," he laughed.

"That's okay, Darry would probably throw more of a fit if he saw me sleeping with a man. Good night Dallas."

He hugged me and whispered in my ear "Good night Bev."