Dallas X Male Reader

Chapter 1

Taking it all the way back to when you had just moved into the neighborhood, you were around 10 at the time and had always went to the same school as Ponyboy and them. It turns out you had been in several of Two-Bit's classes throughout the years, until the time came where the Greasers had finally recognized you. They've seen you around the neighborhood and in school, deciding to take you in as one of their own, seeing the conditions you had lived in of course. It wasn't long before you had became a certified Greaser and was practically known to be the heart of their little group. This was because you were able to get along with everyone though you came from a rough household. They had seen you for who you really were, and loved spending time with someone who wasn't so high on expectations. There were several nights you would spend at the Curtisis' and you'd go to Buck's every once in a while, but anything that went on at home, stayed at home. You practically lived with the Curtiss' though, trying to avoid home as much as you could. Your parents didn't really care since you were getting old enough to do things yourself. The Greasers were your brothers now, you didn't have to worry about getting beat up by a Soc or sulking without someone to take care of you because the only thing that really kept you alive was their company. You were happy with the way things were, despite the Socs always targeting the gang.

This wasnt about the Socs, though. This was about something else that had eventually fell into place, something you never thought would strike a turn.

It had all started on a regular day, but nonetheless, you didn't even know it yet.

~

"Hey, wake up."

I squint my eyes open, laying on the sofa in the Curtiss' house to see Dallas leaning over my body with a towel over his shoulder. He looked like he had dirt smudged on his forehead or maybe dried up blood. It was the middle of the night, what could possibly be going on?

"What time is it?" I groan, turning on my side while I look up at Dallas, almost angry that he had woken me.

"Don't worry about it, get your shit and let's go."

A bit of fear striked down on me as I sprung up, uncovering myself and reaching to get my shoes and the only thing I really cherished at the time, my sketchbook.

"What's going on, Dal?" I say, my chest feeling relatively empty.

Avoiding my question, he looked around and waited for me to get my shoes on before grabbing my arm and rushing me out the door.

"Dal, answer me." My voice had gotten a bit more aggressive now, continuing to walk with him. I synchronized our footsteps, clutching my sketchbook in my arms.

"Not now, we have to go," Dallas replied.

"Dude, no, tell me where we are going," I fretted, grabbing Dallas's hand as I stopped in my tracks.

It was really cold outside, I could feel my nose and ears starting to freeze and I had no idea what was going on. Dallas turned to look at me, and I was surprised to see a smile on his face. I let go of his hand and stared at him, putting my hands in my pockets.

"Are you gonna answer me or what?" I scoffed.

"Just come on," He hesitated, with that annoying smirk on his face as he rubbed his neck, glancing at the ground.

"Goddamn it, this better be good," I went on, starting to walk again.

I start to smile thinking about what this was about, bumping shoulders with Dallas accidentally while I stared at my feet. He didn't seem to care, and while I was off in my own world, we arrived at Two-Bit's house. I looked up when Dal nudged me, turning into Two's driveway. I looked by the garbage can seeing loads of boxes. I had no idea what they were of though.

When we reached the doorstep, Dal wiped his nose and then glanced down at me, titling his head back at me as if he wanted me to open the door. I gave him a look before turning the door knob, pushing the door open to darkness. I heard familiar laughter and ruckus that turned into silence.

"Ok what the hell-"

My words were cut off by the interruption of the lights turning on, and everyone yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!" as if I was just witnessing the sound of a collision between two black holes. Two-Bit and Sodapop were standing on each a side of the table in the room, blasting confetti poppers at the same time as if all the screaming wasn't enough. I look behind me to see Dallas snapping a picture with an expensive looking camera and behind it was a large grin stretched across his face. There was a 'Happy Birthday' banner hanging on the wall and a cake on the table with balloons almost everywhere. Before I could react, I was in the air assuming Two-Bit had picked me off the floor, and just as I suspected.

"You're a grown-up now, little man!" I hear him say before spinning me around.

As soon as he put me down, I looked around for a moment and realized I had forgot about my birthday. I couldn't help but smile at the fact everyone went out of their way to do this.

"Two-Bit, wow, this is the first time I've ever seen your house this clean," I laugh.

"It was mostly Sodapop and Darry." Two shrugged.

I put my sketchbook down at the table then everyone ended up crowding me, giving me hugs. It honestly felt really good to know that this many people had cared about me.

"Dal, how did you manage to get him up?" Johnny asked, wearing a party hat and holding a half-eaten cupcake with the wrapper peeled to the side.

Dallas put his hands on his hips, looking back at me with a sly smirk. My face then turned into a blank expression.

"I hate you all," I say, jokingly.

There was a bit of laughter before I hear Darry clap his hands together, announcing "Who wants Cake?"

"ME," I immediately called out.

Everyone then surrounded the table as I sat in the chair next to the cake, and my eyebrows lowered seeing Dallas with the camera and Two-Bit holding a party hat out to me.

"You guys better not be doing what I think you're doing--"

"You HAVE to," said Two-Bit.

I yanked the party hat from him, putting it on my head reluctantly.

Everyone had started singing and I literally lost it.

"I'M LITERALLY 18 WHO STILL SINGS THIS," I shout, with a smile on my face in spite of this.

Everyone had instantly started singing over me, Dallas taping the whole thing.

~

That night was one to remember. It was one of the best times when it
had felt good to be alive.