In the heat of the moment- Dallas Winston x Curtis sister

Chapter 1

I stumbled up the stairs while being a bit woozy. I had been at Buck's that night with some friends drinking my emotions away. Although I am only 16 I still drink quite a bit. I was making quite a bit of noise since I was pretty drunk and the hallway was really dark. I snuck into my room and flipped the light on. I can only imagine the beautiful face that I made. I changed and immediately dropped onto my bed and fell asleep instantly.
A couple of moments later, or so it seemed, Ponyboy came in and woke me up.
"Gracie?" Pony asked shaking my shoulder.
As angry as I wanted to be for him waking me up I could never truly be angry at Ponyboy. He had this element of innocence that made him so loveable.
"Yes, honey, what's wrong?" I said groggily as I looked up at him. He had been crying.
"Soda and Steve are with Two somewhere and I don't feel okay sleeping alone and I heard you come home and I know you don't mind if I sleep with you and-," You cut off his rambling.
"It's okay baby, you're always welcome in here," I said as I reached up and grabbed his arm to pull him down to sleep. He laid down willingly and you snuggled close to him and muttered an 'I love you' before you both fell into a very deep sleep.
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The next morning when I woke up, Ponyboy wasn't next to me. I could hear my brothers mumbling inaudible words from downstairs and my head was pounding, a nice perk of being hungover. I turned to my phone and checked the time. 8:34. I groaned a bit and got out of bed to jump in the shower.
After my shower, I walked down the stairs to greet my brothers, or 2 out of the 3.
"Where's Darry?" I asked as I entered the living room fluffing my hair.
My other half, or my twin Sodapop looked at me dead in the eyes. Our identical ice blue eyes. That was the only way you could tell we were related now. Before my parents died we had the same movie star smile too, but ever since that day I barely smile at all. Me and Sodapop used to be inseparable but now instead of confiding in him for advice I reached for liquor.
Before my parents died I was not your generic greaser girl, I was practically a Soc. I bowled once a week with Cherry and Marcia and was a friend to them. I still hung with my crowd with people like Evie, Sylvia, Angela, and Sandy. While they went off to go get drunk at Buck's, Sandy and I were going to the Dingo and Nightly Double, occasionally hanging with the boys, as she and Soda were dating.
Now I was the stereotypical greaser girl; drinking, partying, and ruining my life. But I was happy doing that, happy being a true teen greaser.
"Morning sleepyhead," he looked at me and could immediately tell I was hungover. He had always been there for me when I messed up. It was sweet of him because he had lost his parents too. Soda had always been one to put on a brave face and say he was okay. Although, he most definitely was not. I did it too but I was much more believable; to me at least. "Darry's at work." He said simply yet annoyed.
I nodded and walked to Ponyboy.
"You okay now, love?" I asked as I ruffled his ungreased hair.
"Yeah, I think so. Thanks for letting me stay with you." He said while smoothing his hair back down.
"What happened last night?" Sodapop asked obviously intrigued.
"Pony came in my room last night crying and I let him sleep with me," I said nonchalantly.
"Oh, what was wrong Ponyboy?" Soda added.
" I just missed mom and dad and you were gone and I didn't want to wake Darry."
"Okay honey," Sodapop said concluding that conversation. "Any good guys at Buck's worth sleeping with Gracie?"
I rolled my eyes. Soda always shaded me for sleeping around. It was something all greasy girls do. It wasn't something I did before my parents passed but I wasn't the same now. "Nope," I said annoyed with the conversation and I walked into the kitchen to make breakfast for the gang that would soon arrive.
Within minutes every member of the gang but Darry and Johnny were in the living room causing a ruckus. As I looked around for something to feed the hungry heathens, I heard the back door open and close. It was Johnny. He was bruised and beaten with blood on the side of his face and along some of his hairline. He must not have seen me in the kitchen or else he wouldn't have come in. Johnny and I have a complicated relationship. We used to be close when I was an innocent virgin who did no wrong and wouldn't dream of breaking a rule but like I've said before, I am no longer that way.
"Johnny, what happened?" I asked to get his attention.
He snapped his head around to meet my gaze and managed to stutter out a reason. "I- I fell on the way."
"It was your parents, wasn't it?" I asked completely ignoring his lie.
"Y-yea," He said looking down to his feet.
He always stuttered when he was hurt. I looked at him and walked over to hug him. He buried his face in the crook of my neck. He fit perfectly in my grasp because of our similar height, me being 5'5 and him being 5'6.
"Let's go to my room and get you cleaned up," I said to him as I rubbed his back. He nodded and I managed to sneak him up the stairs undetected. Damn, those boys really were dead to the world when they're having fun.