𝓹𝓻𝓸𝓵𝓸𝓰𝓾𝓮

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it's been two months since i made it out of the hospital. my back and burns were finally healed from the fire in windrixville.

it's been three months since dally got shot. he was messing around with tim shephard's gang and got himself into a bad situation while i was in the hospital, but he's alright. he's coming home from the hospital today. he'll be here any minute.

i've been really thinking about his return. hell, i've really been thinking about him. he's all i've thought about. i can't get him off my mind.

even when i manage to get some sleep, he's in my dreams.

the feeling i've developed for him has been tormenting me, mainly because i haven't even been able to see his face. his cold, yet gorgeous eyes. his luscious brown hair...

i need to stop.

no one in the gang knows about how i feel, but i think pony is catching on. he talks to me about dally a lot and makes jokes. i don't know man, maybe my feelings are obvious. are they obvious?

we're all sitting in the living room, engaged in our own activities, except for me. i'm anxiously sitting on the couch, awaiting his arrival.

darry left about thirty minutes ago to go pick him up and bring him back here.

i've been staying at the curtis' house for the past three days due to my parents kicking me out. i decided this time i didn't want to go back after my ol' man hit me a little too hard this time.

ever since coming back after the fire, i've been mentally struggling. i'm fighting to find a reason to keep going. the only thing i'm holding onto is the infatuation i have with dallas winston and in hopes he likes me back.

there's no way though. dally's the bad boy of tulsa who screws broads like nothing. im nothing dally would want, right?

my thought process is soon interrupted by someone plopping down on the couch next to me.

"hey johnnycakes! somethin' up?" ponyboy asked, looking straight at me.

ever since the night i killed the soc, pony and i have grown a lot closer. he's the only one i can tell things to. well, except how i feel about dally.

"n-nah, i'm just bored." i lied.

"y'sure?"

i nodded in response.

"well, if ya need anythin', anythin' at all, you can talk to me. just because i'm only fourteen don't mean i don't understand stuff." he mexclaimed.

"i know pone. thank you for being concerned."

"of course." he said after patting my knee and getting back up from the couch. he made his way into the dining room, leaving me alone again with my thoughts.

minutes later, my thoughts were interrupted yet again by everyone rushing to the front door.

i guess right now is the last time i can dream about what happens when i see his face again.

the smell of his cheap cologne and alcohol filled the room almost in an instant. i could hear the sounds of everyone greeting him, but couldn't fully piece together what they were saying.

i stayed on the couch, zoned out and staring at the tv, as i continued to hear the muffled sounds of welcoming greetings and carrying on between the rest of the gang and dally.

before long, a familiar figure walked in front of me and blocked my vision of the tv. i slowly looked up, knowing already who it was.

finally, our eyes met and dally formed his lips to say something.

"did ya miss me?"

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