𝘛𝘢𝘭𝘬 ; 𝗱𝗮𝗹-𝗯𝗶𝘁

𝘗 𝘢 𝘳 𝘵 - 𝘰 𝘯 𝘦

D a l l a s , w i n s t o n :

I knocked on Two-bits door again. He wasn't answering and I was getting impatient.

I took it upon myself to open the door and go inside. "Hey Two-bit?" I shouted.

There was no answer. I walked through the front room. "Hey you can't be here-" I ignored the woman and male on the couch.

"Two-bit??" I walked down the hall and into his room.

There he was, sat on his bed with a ton of books. He looked up at me and smiled. "Hey Dal, sit down." He moved some books out the way, making room for me to sit.

I nodded and sat down. "So what are you here for, cause I know for a fact it ain't to see me." He asked, laughing.

I shook my head. "So I can't come visit my friend?" I said, smirking. He looked at me unconvincingly. "Okay. I need some money. I'll pay you back I just gotta get some cigarettes, you dig?"

He stopped laughing and looked down at his books. "I dig, yeah, but do you gotta? I mean why can't you steal them like you always do?" Two-bit reached into his back pocket.

"I could."

"That's not why you came to see me, is it?" He cocked an eyebrow.

I looked down and shook my head. "Nah. Don't worry about it. Hey, do you wanna go to the drive in later. I'll ask Buck for some money?"

He sighed and closed one of his books. "Dally, I really would but my mom told me to study and if I don't then she'll kick me out to get some lousy bum job."

"Yeah whatever. I'll just take Johnny and Ponyboy instead. Don't matter to me." I stood up but he grabbed my hand. I turned my face away from him and smiled.

I liked when he grabbed my hand, it made my stomach feel a way that I only felt when I was about to go on this one funfair ride for the first time a few years ago.

I looked at him. He looked worried. "Dally you gotta move on. Johnny and Ponyboy are dead and they aren't coming back."

"What?"

"They died in the fire, remember? You didn't get there in time. The church collapsed. Pony died there and Johnny died at the hospital."

I sat back down on his bed trying to think of what to say. "It's your fault." He added. "You shouldn't of let them go in there."

I jolted up, and wiped my forehead. I looked around the room I was in and quickly noticed I was at Bucks place.

It was just a nightmare, Johnny and Ponyboy weren't dead. They both survived. I remember.

I chucked on some jeans, a top and a jacket and sorted my hair out in the bathroom.

I unlocked the door and walked downstairs. "Hey Buck." I yawned.

"Hey Dallas. You've been asleep for ages, what's going on with you lately?"

"Just stuff. You don't needa know. Get your nose outta my business." I sat at the bar and pointed at a box of cigarettes. "I want those."

"You've gotta pay for them."

I looked at him in disbelief. "I don't got any money. Can you give 'em to me just this once? I'll pay you back. Hey, why don't you give me some money? I'm short on it."

"How 'bout I don't? You aren't getting them unless you pay. You always say you're gonna pay me back so where's my money. Dallas, you're my buddy but you need to sort your self out. You're a lost 16 year old-"

"I'm 17. I've been 17 for 6 months so if you could just-" I cut him off but he interrupted me, which pissed me off.

"9 months. See, you don't even know your own birthday. Just stay with your dad for a bit so you got time to think. You can come back if you gotta but just try."

How dare he? By this time I was fuming. "You aren't gonna help me?" He shook his head. "WELL FUCK YOU THEN." I stood up and stormed out of the bar. I wasn't going back home, I was going to Darry.