The Greasers - {A Dallas Winston Fanfiction}

{Chapter Seven}

Four Years Prior

"Hold still. It is hard to do your hair when you keep fidgeting!" Mom was trying to make my hair look nice for picture day. She had on a bright smile.

"I'm trying. But my neck hurts..." I brought my hand to the skin.

She begs, "Just a moment more, sweet pea." I did my best to hold still. I love when Mom does my hair, but I have a hard time sitting still for it.

"Ma! Have you seen my jeans?" Darry calls out.

She replies, "In the laundry room!" She pulled my hair back in a ponytail and wrapped a red ribbon around the base. "You're all ready for pictures."

I stood up and hugged her. "Can we make Ponyboy wear a ponytail?"

"No. We ain't gonna do that to him. Now, go get Soda up."

Dad sighs and sets the newspaper on his lap. "Pepsi-Cola! Get up!" I shrug at Mom and I pour myself orange juice.

"Ma, why are the twins looking fancy?" Soda walked out of his room tucking his white t-shirt into his jeans.

"It's picture day. You better be lookin' nice as well." Soda glanced down at his clothes, smiled, and went to the bathroom. As I was chugging my orange juice, Pony came in with his hair slicked to the side with water. He sat next to me and poured himself a glass of juice as well.

"You look funny," I say.

"So do you," He shot back. I frowned and finished the rest of my juice.

Dad got up and grabbed his keys off the counter. "Come on, kids. School awaits!" I slid out of my chair and followed Dad to his truck. We all got buckled in and Dad drove us to school.

Pony and I jumped out once we got there. We walked to our class and waited to go to the pictures.

Our grade was eventually called down and the pictures went smoothly. Lunch and recess finally came around and I went to play in the field with one of the school soccer balls.

"Hey, can I have that?" I picked up the ball and turned my attention to the blond boy walking over.

"But I've been playing with it."

"But that is the only good ball they have." I held the ball to my chest, worried he was going to force it out of my hands. He dropped his head before placing his hands on his hips and looking up at me. "Can I play with you then?"

I look at the ball and I nod. "Okay. What's your name?"

"Dallas."

"What's your last name?"

"What does that matter?"

"My Daddy says your last name identifies you."

"Winston. My last name is Winston."

"I don't really play soccer with this...I just kick it around."

He smiles. "We can just kick it around then." We played "soccer" for the rest of recess. He did show me some of the sports moves, but I forgot them.

Dallas didn't have a lot of friends to play with. He and his family had just moved to Tulsa from New York. He got into some real trouble there and his family wanted to get away from that life. Dallas also lacked patience. But, he still hung around me.

I offered for him to have dinner with my family that night. He walked home with Pony and me. He and Pony got along well. They talked about a few comic books and recess during the walk. During that evening, he was real sweet to Mom. He always said "please" and "thank you, ma'am" or "yes ma'am." He sounded like one of those cowboys from the movies. But a cowboy from New York. Mom really liked him.

For the next few years, he opened up more to Mom and Dad. Mom took him in like one of her own. She was always on him if he was getting into trouble and praised him if he did something good. His own parents didn't pay him much mind after he turned fifteen. But Mom had him cleaning up his act. He was able to hold his tongue and be sweet. Once Mom and Dad passed, his behavior declined.

But here we are now. He is wild like a bull and just as angry. But, he's real nice to me. He sure is confusing.

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