I did this for Johnny, man.
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Warnings: Improper behaviour
Word count: 885 words
A lot of the following script is from the actual movie, I don't take any credit for it!
(Your POV)
Ponyboy and Johnny said they were going to the nightly double. Dallas insisted we go with them, and Two-Bit said if he doesn't get too drunk he'll tag along too.
We snuck in through a hole in the perimeter fence and sat down behind two soc girls. Really pretty soc girls. They were both well dressed, big time socs all right. One had long, fiery red hair, while the other had short, dark hair.
"Some cute red head, huh?" Dallas said, trying to attract attention to himself. The dark-haired girl turned to her friend and giggled, the red head bit her lip to resist smiling.
He leaned forward in his chair, slightly brushing up against the girl and continued, "Are you a real red head? Huh?" He smirked, "How can I find out if this is your uh, your real red hair? Y'know, if this is the same red hair you have on your..." He inappropriately gestured downwards then quickly shot back up once she gave him a cold, hard stare of disapproval, "Your- those eyebrows." The girl scoffed, and Johnny butted in, "Cut it out Dal."
"Get your feet off my chair and shut your trap!" The girl hissed. Things got a bit heated when Dal started sassing back. As much as it bothered me seeing Dally trying to pick up another girl - especially after he professed his feelings for me - I kinda just tuned out the arguing.
"Get lost, hood!" She turned to face us, her expression filled with irritation, but also amusement. I recognized her face immediately. Sherri Valance. Her friends call her Cherry, though; because of her hair, I assume.
(Narrator's POV)
You stand up aggressively, your chair almost falling back, "I'm going to get a coke."
As you make your way to the lineup for snacks, heavy footsteps start pounding behind you. Dallas spins you around intrusively to meet his gaze.
"What was that about, huh? You're real sensitive, you know that?" He began to quarrel. He was making you feel guilty for no reason.
This is his fault, not mine. You repeat over and over in your head, eventually convincing yourself. Nonetheless, you look down at your shoes in a submissive matter anyway while he made critical comments.
He lifted your chin with his finger so your affectionate eyes met his vile ones, "Are you jealous?"
"No, of course not!" You argued. Dally wrapped his stiff arms around your waist and suggested, "Let's go to Buck's, huh?"
(Your POV)
Dal and I walked to Buck's. I've never actually been there, I heard it can get pretty rowdy, so I probably wouldn't be allowed there anyway. We walked up the steps, before going in I peered in the windows. From the neon lights and muffled music coming from inside, I could tell there was a party already going on.
As soon as we stepped inside, I could tell that Dal was hesitant about bringing me here, too. Buck greeted us and offered some drinks. I didn't have any, my stomach wasn't feeling too great, but Dally had some.
I went for a bathroom break, and I couldn't find Dally anywhere when I got out. I thought he had ditched me for some other broad, which actually wouldn't surprise me. Eventually, I saw him playing pool with some older guys. It was hard to see because it was so hazy.
"Dally?" My voice sounded apprehensive. He was too focused on the pool game to look up, but he let the conversation continue, "What's up, doll?"
"I think I'm gonna go home," I said. Dal finally looked up at me and furrowed his eyebrows with frustration, "We just got here, man. You're not going anywhere." I sighed at his remark and sat down until Dally lost the bet and gave up twenty bucks to the other guy. There was some cussing and threats, even though the other guy won fair and square.
"C'mon doll, let's go upstairs," Dally proposed. I shook my head, "I'm not coming into bed with you, Dal." He rolled his eyes at me and there was an awkward silence between us.
"Fine, you big pansy," He bickered, "But I ain't walking you back home." He stomped up the stairs to his room on the second floor, everyone heard him slam his door. There's no way I could walk home by myself; it was probably around midnight by now. So, I gave in and followed Dallas upstairs.
(Narrator's POV)
You carefully knocked on Dally's door. When there was no response, you slowly creaked open the door. Dal was sitting on his bed fiddling with his heater, wearing nothing but jeans.
"Dal?"
He looked up at you for a second, then put the heater back in a drawer and crawled into the covers.
"Just keep it down, man, my head hurts, alright?" He said angrily. You sigh and lay down beside him. You opened your mouth to say something, then stopped yourself. It's better not to get mouthy with Dallas Winston.
