I did this for Johnny, man.
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• One story for each greaser
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Warnings: mentions of gore
Word count: 556 words
(Dally's POV)
Giggles broke out in the room. I woke up, but I was still half-asleep and didn't understand what was going on. That is, until I found y/n snuggled in my arms. My arms. The gang was towering over us.
I panicked and pushed y/n to the floor. Her little yelp was followed by a thud.
"Ow, Dal! What the he-" She paused when she saw the gang too, they were just howling away. Both y/n and I stood up at the same time. I was about to take a swing at them when y/n smacked my chest with the back of her hand, "Just leave it, Dal." I gave the gang a mean scowl.
Darry called us for breakfast. I took a handful of bacon and grabbed y/n's arm, dragging her out the front door.
"Dally, stop! I wanna talk to Pony about our assignment!" She retorted. I replied, "You should drop out, school ain't teaching you nothin' good." I put a piece of bacon by her lips so she'd open her mouth, then I gently placed it on her tongue as she took a bite. She responded with a contented 'Mmm!'
Man, she's cute.
I grinned at her delicacy.
"Actually, Dal," She said, "I think I'm just gonna go home. It's been a while." I tried my best not to seem disappointed, "Yeah, alright man, whatever." And I walked off, kicking at some pebbles.
(Your POV)
I poured myself a bowl of cereal and sat down on the couch to watch some television. In the middle of the commercial break, there was a pounding knock at the door.
"Yeah, yeah, I'm coming!" I hollered, making my way to the door.
"Dal?"
His face was covered in bruises and scrapes, and his knuckles were gushing blood, covering his rings in a dark red substance.
"Oh, Dally, what happened?" I led him to the couch.
"Got in a fight with uh, with Shepard, Tim. Caught me slashing at his tires."
"Wait here," I instructed. Frantically, I snatched the first aid kit from the bathroom cabinet and brought it over to where Dal was sitting. Was sitting. Beer cans clattered in the kitchen, I whipped my head around.
"Dally! What are you doing? Now my parents will think I'm drinking." He ignored my comment and continued to chug down a booze.
"Go take a shower, you smell like sweat," I ordered.
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I heard the water turn off in the bathroom and quickly covered myself with blankets, trying to make myself look as adorable as possible while pretending to be asleep. I peeked an eye open to see Dally wearing nothing but jeans, again. I really don't know how he thinks sleeping in jeans is comfortable.
He let out a sigh and plopped onto the bed on his stomach beside me. He placed his tense arm over my back. As far as I know, he fell asleep after five minutes. I fell asleep after two hours. I even had to pee after the first hour, but I refused to wake him up. He looks even hotter when he's asleep; I mean that in the least creepy way possible.
