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The First Talk

Ponyboy was at home when the house phone began to ring. He walked over picked it up and said in a happy tone, "Hello." Confused on who had just answered the phone Dallas asked, "Sorry, who is this?" The small boy on the other end told him his name.

"Ponyboy Curtis!" He said as a smiled formed on his face. This caused the older boy to chuckle as he said his own name, "Well i'm Dallas." Pony just responded with, "I've heard terrible things about you."

Dallas was a little hurt at the thought that this kid was already afraid of him, even though they hadn't met. Hearing the silence Pony decided to speak up again, "But i'm sure everyone is just overeating!" He semi yelled through the phone.

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Pony and Dallas went on to have conversations like this all the time. Dallas, or dally as he told Pony to call him this, would tell Pony stories of New York and his old life- and pony would tell him about sunsets, books, and movies.

The two would talk for hours a day. When dally began to hang around the house more they got closer. They became friends and take about everything with each other.

Sadly as they got older pony and dally grew farther apart, Pony pushed dally away because he thought dally hung out with him out of pity that the younger boy had no friends.

Dally on the other hand thought the kid grew up and realized that dally was a lot worse then he knew. He tried several times to reach out to the kid but it never worked.

Eventually they grew farther and farther apart, and no matter how hard either of the boys' tried, it never worked.

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Ponyboys P.O.V

I sat in the office waiting for darry to pick my up, I had gotten into a fight with some soc's who were picking on my for some dumb reason.

Long story short I punched one of them and bruised his cheeck a little. When I heard the door open I looked up and not only saw my oldest brother, but also the no-good hood Dallas Winston.

I felt better knowing that someone else' was there to keep my brothers anger down and keep him from blowin' his top at me, but when I looked in dally's eyes all I saw was anger.

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I sat in the backseat of the truck waiting to be yelled at as we drove home, but no one said a thing.

Eventually dally sighs and turns to look at me, "Did those assholes hurt ya kid?" He said, yet he had this look like he was begging silently for me to say no. Sadly I couldn't lie, "Yea, but i'm fine, it's just my ribs hurt a little..." I said in a small voice as to not make anyone mad.

Once we arrived home dally helped me to the couch and darry got some ice packs for me, I asked if I was in trouble and darry said no. I felt better when he said that and fell asleep to the sounds of my other brother and the rest of my friends coming home.

As I drifted off in to sleep, listening to darry explain what happened, I realized maybe that no-good hood really did care for me, and boy do I care for him.

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Ponyboys P.O.V

I slowly began to wake up, as I sat up I realized I was no longer on the couch but now in me and my brothers room.