Stay - Dallas Winston

23

"That kid!" Dally scuffed, as we took our seats at the diner, "Ponyboy is always.... ugh."

I looked up at Dallas. 

Visibly angry, as he folded his hands together on the table. 

"Ponyboy is what?" I asked. 

"He's so... emotional.  Why's he telling every one our business?" Dallas huffed. 

"He didn't mean anything by it.   Besides, I forgot to mention that he shouldn't say anything about it." I defended him. 

"What can I get you to drink?" The waitress walked up, and handed us our menu's.

"Coffee, please." I said. 

Man, I wasn't even hungry.

"Me too." Dallas spoke slowly to her. 

Dallas stayed quiet till she walked away. 

"Whatever, man." Dallas rolled his eyes. 

I shook my head, as I opened the menu.  

Dallas glanced up at me, and sighed loudly.  

"Whats your problem?" He groaned. 

"Don't take this out on Pony.   You're the one telling everyone this is a date, when it's not." My eyes scanned the menu.  

Nothing looked appealing.

"Yeah, but it's my business.  I can talk about my business when ever I want." Dallas spoke sternly, as his eyes continued to look at me. 

"Get over it."

Dallas Winston's face grew stiff with anger.

"He's a kid.  He's emotional.  He's too sensitive, Ponyboy needs to toughen up."

I stared at Dallas harshly. 

"Don't mistake his kindness for weakness." I spat. 

Dallas swallowed loudly, as the waitress returned with our drinks. 

"Anything else?" She asked us. 

"No, not for me." I spoke quietly, taking a sip of my coffee. 

Dallas glanced at me for a moment, then at the waitress. 

"No, I guess not." He grumbled, before handing her a hand full of money. 

"Alright, thank you.  Enjoy." She smiled before walking away. 

"I thought we are getting food." Dallas spoke sarcastically. 

"I lost my appetite." I snarled, quickly chugging my coffee. 

Dallas rolled his eyes, and folded his arms over his chest. 

"Quit being a broad." Dallas spit out. 

I could feel my chest grow right with anger. 

I bit my tongue, as I stood up from the booth, and walked out of the diner. 

I lit a cigarette, as I walked quickly down the street.  

We can't last two days?

Two fucking days without fighting. 

We never fought like this when we were 14. 

I could hear Dallas walking behind me. 

His foot steps quickened, as he tried to catch up with me.