I did this for Johnny, man.
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Warnings: shop lifting, smoking
Word count: 403 words
(Narrator's POV)
The next day, you and Dally strolled around downtown. He took you to a few local businesses to swipe random things.
"Dally! Why are you stuffing your jacket? Put that back!" You whisper-yelled. Dally looked around cautiously then instructed, "Just shut up and stuff this pack of smokes in your bra."
It wasn't long before the store owner got suspicious and told you guys to get out, but by then it was too late. Dally pulled out some candy bars from his pockets.
"Get me a cancer stick, would ya?" He requested impatiently, "And get one for yourself, too." You brought out the pack and handed one to Dally, also getting one for yourself.
"Dal, I've never smoked before, I'm scared," You knew he'd pester you for being concerned, but you've gotten used to it by now.
"Goodness, kid, it ain't gonna kill ya. Just take one hit," He nagged. So, you did, and it ended in a coughing fit. Of course Dally didn't help at all, he just laughed at you.
"C'mon doll, let's go to the Curtis'."
(Your POV)
The rest of the gang was at the Curtis home. Everyone participated in one big game of poker. Darry won almost every game, but then Johnny pulled through at the very last one. There were lots of good laughs when Dally and Steve kept raging. We all stayed for dinner, Darry just cooked a bunch of mashed potatoes. Sodapop wanted to help out... he made them pink. It reminded me of the time he made green pancakes for breakfast.
After dinner, everyone left, and the Curtis brothers went to bed. Dal and I were left alone.
"Dally, can we spend the night here? I don't feel like walking all the way back to Buck's," I stated. He nodded his head and laid on the couch on his side. Shyly, I slithered between his arms. To my surprise, he didn't seem too bothered. I thought for sure he would push me off and tell me to sleep on the floor. Everyone knows Dallas isn't one for cuddling.
I let out a satisfied sigh. Dally rested his head behind my neck while keeping his arms wrapped firm around my lower stomach as we slept.
