the secret door with the secret man. a Dally x reader fic

chapter 2: meeting the man

“So what are you going to do for a spot to sleep?” Dally asked after we shut the door. I shrugged, “I don’t know, maybe sleep in the lot.”
"Okay, but if you get cold, come to my house,” he handed me a slip of paper,
“my address.”
“Thanks,” I said and put the slip in my pocket, he turned and started to walk off but stopped. He turned towards me, “If you see Johnny there too, tell him the same thing.”
“Okay.” He turned and left. I walked to the lot. I laid awake for a little while hearing screaming and bangs. It was almost 9 I guessed when Johnny came running to the lot. “What’s wrong?”
“My parents kicked me out.” So that’s what that screaming was. “Oh” I said. “Well come here it’s cold. Speaking of cold, Dally told me to tell you that if you got cold, to go to his house.”
“Okay, well what about you?”
“He told me the same thing.”
“Okay, well let’s go. I am cold and I don’t wanna get sick man.”
“Okay, you know the way?”
“Yeah, I go there once a week and Dally carries me there the rest of the week.”
“Okay let’s go before we both turn into greasecicles,” I laughed and Johnny smirked. We walked to Dally's, it wasn't very far, and Johnny knocked on the door. Dally opened it, "Hey guys."
"Sorry to bother you with it being late and all but it was too cold to stay at the lot man,"
"nah, you're fine, I mean I was just smoking and watching TV."
"So you thought it was too cold for the lot too huh?" He turned to me, "Yeah, I thought I was going to turn into a popsicle." He laughed, "Well come on in, I'll admit that it is too cold to be outside." I knew he was cold because he was only in a pair of jeans. "Nice place," I said looking around. I have never seen so many packs of cools. That's another word for cigarettes and sometimes they are also called weeds. "Got enough cools Dally?"
"No, I need more," he said laughing. I rolled my eyes. He offered me one and I said, "sure, why not?"
" You mean you have never smoked?"
"Yeah, you got a problem?"
"No it's just weird since all of us smoke except for Darry,"
" I mean I guess one wouldn't hurt. Hand me one Dally," he handed me one, I lit up, I knew how to smoke by watching my parents do it. "Are you sure you have never smoked?"
"Yeah unless it was a sleep smoking," I took another puff and I felt a buzz go through my body. It felt great, but one once in a while is better anyway. Kept my lungs from turning black. Dally had 3 rooms for some reason. I knew he would have to for when Johnny came over, but the third, I guessed what the third was for on the weekends. For a bed that has had a lot of stuff done to it, it was pretty comfortable. I slept so soundly.