My Boy (Dallas Winston x reader)

Chapter six

When I stepped out of the Curtis house the things I could smell in the air was cigarette smoke and tension.
"Hey Dal? Are you alright?" I asked slowly approaching Dallas, who was furiously taking a long drag on his freshly lit cigarette.
"What you being all pushy for?" He whipped around snarling at me with the smoke exiting his lungs through his mouth and nose like an angry bull.
It honestly scared the living daylights out of me.
"I'm not trying to be, now Dal please-"
"Don't you ever fucking call me Dal. It's Dallas to you, broad. You're an ugly one too, I should've left you for the Socs." He cut me off with his eyes blazing with rage.
Dallas proceeded to storm off into the streets, leaving me there with my thoughts and now fresh tears running down my cheeks. I wasn't normally this soft, but something about this incident made me crack. Well, my silent tears soon turned into loud snivels and then louder sobs causing Steve and Two-Bit to join me outside.
"Aw Jesus Christ what did that old hood do now?"  Steve muttered as he led me inside with his arm around my shoulder, attempting to comfort me.
"Y'know, if he is being a honking, cock sucking, Santa's elf ass looking guy with a shitty attitude, we can try and talk about his behaviour towards you." Two-Bit said suggestively, snickering at his own words.
Just then, Sodapop came marching through the door whistling a happy tune which slowed then came to a stop as he saw me in between the two boys on the couch with my tears and puffy eyes that must have been bloodshot by now.
"Hey gorgeous, what's got you down?" Soda kneeled beside me with his hand on my knee.
"Oh nothing Soda,  don't you go worrying about me."I forced a smile, which he saw right through.
"Dally said something that made her cry and left her crying on the porch." Steve blurted out rambunctiously.
Soda's usual light and happy eyes took on a darker, cross gleam.
"No one should ever treat a lady, especially her like that." Sodapop stood up and gestured to me.
It was about 5:30 when that ordeal went down and it was maybe 6:00 when Darry came home.
"Dar, can I talk to you?" I heard Sodapop ask Darry quietly.
The two brothers both hid away from the gang whispering words to each other looking in between me and Two-Bit along with Steve. Wait, where was Ponyboy and Johnny?
"Hey you guys, where's Pony and Johnny? I asked, concerned for their well-being.
"Ponyboy and Johnny are both hanging in Pony's room, they came home while you were still  crying heap so we shooed those two off" Steve replied blankly.
Barely even seconds after, I saw a tired Johnny and an even more tired Ponyboy emerge from Pony's room.
"Algebra can go to hell." Johnny said under his breath.
"And so can Biology." Ponyboy added sleepily.
I smiled gently at both of them and noticed their immediate change in posture. They stood up straight and walked towards me in sync then knelt down on either side of me and held one of my hands each.
"Are you alright? I saw you bawling when we came home." Ponyboy anxiously stated.
"Yeah we wanted to help but Steve and two wouldn't let us say anything and waved us off." Johnny explained.
I chuckled lightly sniffing my now stuffy nose from all my crying and Ponyboy quickly wiped away my last tear. Those two boys could be tough but they both were softer deep down.
"I can assure you two that I'm fine, it's just...problems." I sighed.
"Yeah. Problems called Dallas Winston." Steve drunkly called out, beer bottle in hand.
Johnny had a scornful look on his face and shook his head. Ponyboy looked down and patted my hand with his free hand.
"Well he's an idiot who doesn't know manners." Pony looked back up at me, crookedly smiling a contagious smile which I caught on to and giggled.
That night I changed into a pair of pink polka dotted pyjamas, which were made up of a long t-shirt with a Peter Pan collar and matching shorts which rested quite a ways above my knees. I slept in the same room as Pony and Johnny, with them on the floor and me being on the single bed. Of course I felt bad taking the bed, but Pony and Johnny dragged out an old mattress which they slept on. I looked in the dark to see the shapes of Pony on his side, facing the door, and Johnny, on his back, hands neatly folded across his stomach, like he was ready to pounce if someone attacked him is his slumbering state. He really couldn't escape his trauma, not even in sleep. My thoughts started to fade and my eyelids became heavier and heavier until the last thing I saw before drifting off was a figure in the doorway peeking in from the hall.
The next morning, I was the first up per usual aside from Darry.  I drowsily sat up and tiptoed, careful not to wake Johnny and Ponyboy, and not even shutting the door fully to not make any noise. When I stumbled into the kitchen, I was met my Darry pouring a cup of coffee and a tender smile.
"Hey kid, how you doing?" He asked softly "I heard about your little thing with Dally." He admitted.
"Oh?" I waited for his side of the story.
"Well he came home late and Soda almost beat the tar out of him on sight but I talked with him, and he's sorry. He said he tried to apologize but you were already asleep." Watching me while I sleep, that's a little out of pocket even for you, Winston. I thought as I poured myself a cup of coffee as well.
"Thanks Darry, you're a real one." I managed to speak in my tiredness and emotions before the gang started piling into the kitchen with us.
There was Sodapop, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Two-Bit. One missing, Dally.
"Well I see all the full chain but where's the missing link?" Darry flashed a rare grin as he spoke.
"Those eyebrows make him look like the missing link." Ponyboy mumbled half awake.
I was directed by Darry to check the backyard, as Dallas might have dosed off while smoking. When I quietly emerged from the Curtis' home I was met with the smell of dew in the morning air. I crept barefoot off of the back porch and scanned my surroundings. I noticed a figure laying star fished on the ground. Dallas Tucker Winston I shook my head as I thought this. When I got closer, I noticed him sprawled out on his back with an empty bottle of liquor in his right hand. His blue jeans had the knee distressed with dirt riding up the cuffs. My gaze travelled to the upper half of his body, seeing his black t-shirt slightly tattered at the collar and more dirt smeared across his chest, then his brown leather jacket looking the same as always. His face had a fresh black eye and a busted lip, but he still looked peaceful. Dally's face rested soundly without emotions, making him look dead. He wasn't dead though because I could still see his chest slowly rising and falling and his faint snores cutting through the thick silence of the early morning.
"Dallas, get up." I coldly barked out.
He shifted somewhat and his eyes started to flutter open. He let out a groan and muttered some incomprehensible words as he tried to get up, failing miserably at only propping himself up with his elbows.
"Man what time is it? Ugh my head..." He sputtered while still on the dewy grass.
"Dallas it is 8:00am get your hoodlum ass up before I call Darry to keelhaul your ass inside." He looked up at me with a look an eight year old would give you before throwing a massive fit.
"No." He pouted and went into the fetal position.
"Dallas-" "No." He continued to protest.
I was already tired of his silly little games and decided it was time for the big guns to get him.
"Darry! Help me over here with Dallas, he won't get up!" I called into the house.
Darry's head immediately poked out and looked at me, seeing the situation he marched over, and picked Dallas up like a baby, and technically cradled him as we walked back inside. It was hilarious watching a 6'2 muscle man carry a curled up and hungover Dally, who was almost just as tall.
"Darry! Put me down or I'll beat your ass!" Dally roared, trying to flail his way out of Darry's grip.
Darry gave me a mischievous smirk, and dropped Dally on the hardwood floor without saying a word. Dally grunted and cringed holding his 'tailbone' as he put it. Butt in reality he was mourning his butt, pun intended.
"What did you do that for man? Now my ass is gonna be bruised." Dallas moped on the ground.
I accidentally let out a little giggle, which earned me a death stare from Dally, which with our unbroken eye contact turned into a weak snark. His eyes burned through mine and into my soul for who knows how long which made me visibly uncomfortable, until Johnny saved me.
"Cut it out Dally, she can't help it if she cracks up when you land on your not existent ass." Johnny rolled his eyes, sassing almost like Ponyboy.
All of our jaws had dropped at Johnny's sudden sass. Johnny was mostly a quiet and probably the most polite member of our group. Aside from me of course, I mean I mostly hung around the gang but I still had close girlfriends who I absolutely adored but they had their own issues too. And we all made a vow not to be like the ones who hurt us; the ones who did everything for male validation. They would put us all down in front of guys they wanted to impress and it did not matter how we felt. So long as they were praised, we were nothing to worry about. That was why I was always so hesitant when boys who I wasn't comfortable with were around, I didn't want to be like those bitches. I remember one day when I was maybe fourteen, I went to the mall with my friend and her older sister named Sylvia, who had went up to a group of guys and shamed my friend and I for how short our skirts were. They were mid thigh length and looked tuff. I liked the length of the skirts we wore though, in a way they made us girls feel power, and control over our world. So much for that I guess. I was embedded deep in my thoughts before Ponyboy nudged me.
"You okay? We're going to a mall today, you wanna come?" Ponyboy knew I liked collecting clothes and must've wanted to see me happy since the incident last night.
"Oh and you can take a shower here, I had Two-Bit run into the store and grab you some shower stuff." Steve pitched in, mouth full of cake (again, Steve stop eating the cake for once in your life).
I ran to my shared room and found my stash of clothes I had for when I stayed at the Curtis house and found a collared white button down tank top with yellow shorts and a matching yellow headband, along with a plain pair of nearly white light blue underwear and a matching bra. I grabbed a towel and bolted into the bathroom and quickly showered, brushed my teeth, and did some makeup. I loved a cat eye eyeliner with a powder blue eyeshadow. I quickly finished up with mascara and strawberry coloured lipstick, and my hair brushed and swooped in a curl at the ends like Leslie Gore's hair almost. When I presented the finished look to the gang, their reactions were priceless. According to them I did not look like a greaser and more like a movie star, which I gladly took to heart. I found out that Pony, Johnny, Two-Bit and I were the only ones going to the mall because of Soda, Steve, and Darry's work schedule and Dally's massive hangover.

AUTHORS NOTE: Y'all Istg my writing is not doing its thing Istg and literally no one is reading this so oh well ig