Saving Dallas Winston//// A Dallas Winston Story

12: Dot, Dot, Dot

Is there a right or wrong way to deal with pain? Some keep it all in. Some let it all out. Some don't feel at all. And some use pain or drugs to numb the feelings. But which one of those is right? The question swirls in many people heads. 'How do I deal with this?' They may ponder it a while or they may know what to do. But pain is inescapable, and I would know.

No matter how hard I try there will always be pain. A twinge in the back of my head, my heart, that tells me happiness will never come to me. Or at least, that's what I thought. It takes someone who truly loves you to show you that you can find happiness again. Someone who looks at you and knows that pain you're in. They know how much it weighs you down. Yet, they want to help.

Is it easy to deal with pain?

"Buck?" I yelled out in search for him. He popped his head around the corner to see me. It was now 10:45 at night, which means it's time to race.

"Yeah Y/N?" he asked me, though he already knew I what was about to ask.

"Where's my baby?"

"In the back, all ready to go for you."

I clicked my tongue, "You're a good man, Buck. I'll bring you your cut tonight, after the race." I gave him a wink before walking off to the back of his house to collect my baby. I hopped in the drivers seat through the window and started 'er up.

The engine came to life and let out a roar. I put her in gear and drove to the race strip, where we race cars. Once she was in her spot, I hopped out of the car to see who all was there. I didn't recognize most of them, only the Shepard gang, and some other greasers I had hung out with, made out with, or slept with. I noticed Soda there with Steve as well.

Steve had his girl, Evie, on his arm, and Sodapop had his girl, Sandy, on his arm. I never liked Sandy. She was a bitch. Soda loves her though, I'm not sure why. She was always rude to Ponyboy. Every time he would talk to Soda about something while she was at our house, she would shoo him away and call him an annoying kid. That was just about enough for me to beat the shit outta her, but I couldn't do that to Soda.

Dallas was there too, talking with Two-Bit, who was drunk outta his mind. I internally groaned at Dallas being there. I didn't really want to deal with this right now.

Curly Shepard then stalked over to me. Though he was a little younger, it never mattered, we always "talked". Once he reached me, a lazy smirk made its way to my lips.

"Hey Baby."

"Hey Curly." He grabbed me by the waist and I grabbed him by the back of his neck, before we both pulled each other into a hot make out session. This was very normal between us. We just made out for no reason. He backed me up to my car and I sat on the hood as he stood between my legs and we continued to make out.

Curly was 15 about to be 16, yet had the sexual maturity of a 16-17 year old. We used to meet up and just hang out but then, we both got older and instead of hanging out we were making out.

Somebody cleared their throat behind us just as I was about to put my hand through his hair. We pulled away and standing there was Tim Shepard (Curly's older brother), Two-Bit, Steve, Evie, Soda, Sandy, and, of course, Dallas.

Of course.

"So, you guys just gonna make out here, or you gonna watch the race?" Steve asked us. I hopped down from the hood of my car and stood next to Curly. He threw his arm around my shoulder and we stayed close. I scanned my eyes over the 'crowd' watching us and made eye contact with Dallas. Dallas and I just kind of had a staring contest while the others were talking amongst themselves. I kept my eye contact with Dallas while Curly's lips made their way down to my neck and began leaving a trail of kisses.