She's Back... (Dally / Dallas x reader)

Chapter 1- Just a Taste Of Life

Ponyboy's pov:

I hear screaming again, she'd be coming over tonight. We don't mind her, and mom and dad quite like her. This happens pretty frequently, she does something, her mom gets mad, she sleeps here. We don't really notice her, she comes over late then will leave real early. I like her, I think she's kind of funny. Darry don't like her much. She's a bad influence, he says. I don't know why though, every kid here drinks and smokes. Not that that makes it okay or better. She reminds me of Dallas, just not as hostile and mean. Sodapop thinks she funny. Their 'bout the same age, she's a year older, I think.
I drop my pencil, the noise broke my thoughts. I was trying to draw. I like drawin', sometimes. When I got nothing else to do and everyone is doing there own things. I was drawing a tree, the wind had picked up anyways, the branches were movin' too much now. I tired drawing some more, tuning of Dally when he was in a dangerous mood, or Darry, both good people to draw, but they were too hard without seeing them. It was getting dark, I pulled out a weed and matches. I took a drag and felt someone looking at me. "Hey Y/n!" I call over lightly. She smiled and ran over to our fence. "Hey Pony!" She sat down next to me and smiled. She looked down at my paper. "That's a good drawin' Pony!" She smacked my back. "Owe, thanks" I mumbled. She gave me her unique toothy smile.
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Y/no's pov:

I stumbled through the door. "Y/n M/n (middle name) L/n (last name) where the hell have you been, I told you you can't be out today!" My mom yelled. Last night I snuck out. I used to be a "good kid." Till I got in trouble. The feeling of it felt, nice. I smirked. "I was with Charlie and whatever her face is." I chuckled. "Are you drunk?!" She yelled again. Her eyes welded with tears, "Y/n you're only 12!" She dropped a few tears. This made me laugh. For 1 I was 14 so i don't know where she's been these past 2 years, and 2 she was an alcoholic. She started drinking at the same age probably. I laughed again."Yeah..." I dragged on looking around. "I'm so embarrassed to say you're my kid." She looked at me. "God... I can't look at you. You fucking freak, you'll turn into your father. I can't be by you right now." She screamed. She left slamming the door. I burst out laughing. She was drunk too. She was the alcoholic. She talks about my father horrible, I know he's a good guy. I hope...
I sat on the couch and sighed. Smiling to myself. I ended up falling asleep.

I was born in Minnesota somewhere, a organized neighborhood. My mom grew up there too, so I don't know why she choose to move here. All the kids here drink, smoke, rob n' some other shit, and let's not forget about the daily tussles, the whole soc VS greaser stuff. Where I used to live, every kid was perfect, mostly no trouble.