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

Chapter 2- Wanderer

Sodapop pov:

Me and my best friend Steve were going to the Nightly Double with some of the other gang, like Darry and Two-bit. But me and Steve decided to walk around town first.

"And did you see that hot ass chick?" Steve rambled. "She had a nice ass- you could probably pull her with your somkin' looks." He grinned slappin' me. "Oh shut it" I rolled my eyes. "Hey it's Y/n." I said. "Who?" Steve asked. "Oh I guess none of y'all met her yet. She lives next door to me, she comes over at nights when her mom gets real pissed at her." I explained. "She's kinda hot." Steve chuckled. "I said shut it." I laughed.

"Hey Y/n!" I yelled. She quickly whipped her head around. "Wassup!" She yelled back. While her back was turned her friend Charlie ran up behind her and smashed a beer bottle on her head. She whipped around and yelled some things I ain't gonna repeat.

"You luck I don't kill ya." She yelled. I laughed as I heard her more clear, as me and Steve walked up to her. I stared at her, red sloopy eyes that slowly blinked.

It was sad, honestly only 14 and gettin' wasted with a 17 year old, the only role model in her life. Her dad left her, and her mom is a dead drunk. So Charlie was the one who guided her, but down the wrong path. When Y/n first moved here she was a good kid who probably wouldn't have survived. Now she's the dead opposite. She a terrible kid and nobody'd survive her.

Her eyes shifted to us. "I'd probably kill you if these two weren't here- and who are you anyways." She turned on her heels to face Steve. "Steve Randle." Steve snarled at her. "Ahhhh, Soda-boy over here talks a lot 'bout you." She slurred flashing her toothy grin, stretching her arm to be on my shoulder. Steve laughed, so did I. "I ain't ever hear about you." Steve looked her up and down. "I ask not to be heard about." She sighed fixing her eyes backwards, trying to see if Charlie would pull anything sneaky.

When she confirmed he would she looked back at us. "So what're y'all doin' today?" She asked. "Probably'll play football with the others, after a movie with 'em." I told her. "How 'bout you?" I asked her.

She shrugged, looking back at Charlie again. "Hanging out with this old hag, pissin' off my mom, wandering 'round town, drinking, smoking..." she dragged off. "Nothin' new," when she finished she looked back at us and Steve was laughing. "Why-" he tried to make out. She stared at his with a honest and confused face, and her hands shoved far into the pockets of her baggy sweatpants she probably got from Charlie. "Why haven't we ever hung out with you before?" Steve made out through heavy laughter. "Inno." Y/n said. "We gotta get goon'." Charlie said, causing. Y/n to turn to him.

"See ya later Soda-boy and, maybe see ya," she paused tapping her foot. "Uhhh see ya, Maybe-boy." She called him, walking away with Charlie.

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Y/no's pov:

Me and Charlie weightlessly wandered around town, no clue where our drunk asses were going. At a red light, indicating we don't cross the street, or deal with the bills from 10 broken limbs, I stared up at him, while he lit a cigarette, leaning against the light post.

His, obviously, greaser hair hung in his face and his green eyes and freckles, made me blush. People would see him and go, 'what a sweat looking boy!' but damn, was this guy the opposite, I mean, look what he turned me into.

I'm not sure why but he don't live with his parents, and I never bother to ask, it's his life, not mine. If he'd want to talk about it, he would. But he hasn't bothered to bring it up, or put any pictures of them in his house, so why the hell should I care?

"Hell you looking at?" He looked down at me and smiled with smoke coming from in between his lips. His hair fell off his face and hovered over his eyebrows he looked so...

"I'm lookin' at a disappointment." I rolled my eyes facing forward. "And I'm looking right back at one." He laughed, making me laugh too.

Soon (probably 10-13 hours later) at 12 AM he walked me home, surprisingly, we didn't run into any soc's.

I walked in the door, after tellin' him good night. "Y/n!" My mom screamed, I rolled my eyes as I quietly closed the door. "People are tryna sleep you know better be quiet." I glared at her from in the dark. "Where in the hell have you been? I can smell the liquor coming off if you!" She yelled. Which ain't true because I changed clothes at Charlie's, because it had started to rain a bit, so he offered me a change of clean clothes. He may drink and smoke, but his house always smells like lavenders, and so does he, also when I walked through the door I was hit with the hard sent off alcohol, and my mom was slurring her words worse than me.

"I was out..." I replied simply. "Doing what? We're you with that damn teenager?" She asked. "Mom... I'm a teenager, anyone my age would be." I said, about to walk to my room, but her words stopped me. "You're just like your dumb father, so stupid, god!" She yelled. "Stop talking about my dad!" I yelled back. "You haven't even met the bitch, I don't know why you support him so much,god I hate the both of you, pieces of mistakes." She said, slumping on the couch, indicating her giving up.

I stomped into my room and picked up the picture of me, my mom, and my dad. When I was about 4, and was in Minnesota, and everything was perfect. A tear drop fell on the glass. We were at the state fair and standing in front of some llamas and alpacas. They used to be my favorite, and in the picture a llama had it's tongue out to lick me and I looked terrified but happy. My dad was laughing and my mom was smiling at him warmly. The picture was chaotic but warm.

I flipped over the picture and opened the back and a letter fell out. "This is why," I whispered. When me and my mom first moved here my dad wrote me a letter, telling me how much he loves me and if he could go back into time to fix anything he did wrong, he would, and that he'll never forget me.

I gripped the letter hard re-reading everything, then I stuffed it back, in the back of the picture and packed a quick bag to go over to the Curtis house, I stayed in a lot, I got to their door and, "shit. It's locked."