𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

6

I woke up to the sounds of drawers slamming and feet stomping.

"Dal, be quiet." I groaned as I pulled the covers over my head. But it wasn't Dal.

"It's Buck. Dal took a bunch of the booze earlier and I also can't find my lighter I gave him. He promised he'd give it back but he didn't. I don't know where he is now, but he's been gone for about 3 hours." I sat up and booked it out the front door. A couple drunk kids my age were on the couch passed out, but I couldn't care less. I just needed to find Dallas.

"Dallas! Dally! Please Dal where are you?!" I started running around Tulsa, unaware of what part of town I was in. It took only a few minutes for me to get to the Curtis house. I didn't care to knock - not that I had to anyway - so I burst in and looked around the house frantically.

"Where is Dallas?!" I started screaming at that point. Only Soda was home; he was sick so he took the day off.

"I thought he would be with you."

"He was, but he stole some booze from Buck's and he hasn't returned!" I grabbed the door handle and turned it, but before I could pull the door it was already being opened. Next thing I knew, a drunk Dally stumbled into me and giggled while hiccuping.

"Hey Sylvia...." He slurred, grabbed my cheeks and smiled bigger.

"It's Jenn, Dal. Cmon get off." Soda came up to help me with Dal, placed him on the couch and got a glass of water. I had to fight the urge to yell at him while he was drunk, but I knew he wouldn't actually be able to hear me when he was sober. Or maybe it would be the same way, drunk or sober. He'd always been one ignorant son of a gun.

"Hey Sylvia...give me a kiss Doll." He started reaching for my chin, but I slapped his hand away.

"Don't touch me. God you're such a dumbass." I stood up and walked into the kitchen with Soda. Soda was like my brother, and more than the rest of the gang. Him and Johnny. We even called eachother Sis and Bro.

"Hey sis. He still calling you Sylvia?" He gave me a plate of the chocolate cake Darry made. I nodded.

"I just don't understand what's going on. If he isn't happy with me then he needs to say it, because he's wasting my time if he isn't interested anymore." I crossed my arms and looked down at my shoes.

I was hoping and wishing that Dal did still love me. Or maybe he just thought I was some broad who was two timing him. I didn't want to go steady with him if he didn't. Maybe that's why things weren't working. Maybe because I wasn't setting my boundaries. Maybe because he thought he could trample me.

Could he?