My Boy (Dallas Winston x reader)

Chapter thirteen

The next day I went home and dropped my stuff off and made a run to the Curtis house. That day I decided to wear my white women's monk shoes, pastel burgundy tights under an above the knee brick red dress, topped off with a black velvet jacket, since it was now chilly in mid fall. In Tulsa we didn't get much snow, but it got a touch chilly. I walked into the Curtis house to hear a single round of applause aimed at me.
"So here she is, the one responsible for making Pony the near-woman he is today with his beautiful nails!" Two-Bit stood up from the couch and shook my hand enthusiastically.
I scanned the room to find Two-Bit and Dally the living room, no one else.
"Well I'm gonna head on out to see this new blonde chick, Kathy. It's already about 10:00 so I'll catch y'all later." Two-Bit left the house, leaving me and Dally.
"Hey, I didn't see you for a minute, you okay?" I came and stood in front of Darry's chair, where Dally was now sitting.
"Yeah, so where were you last night? I went into your house but it was empty." Dally stood up with me with his arms crossed and brow cocked.
"Sleepover at Louise's, I got Pony to come along and we painted his nails." I put my arms around his neck and grinned.
Dally's expression relaxed as he let out a loud chuckle and rested his hands on my hips "I saw that, Pony was pretty pissed." He bend down and gave me a passionate kiss which I eagerly returned.
"Oh shit I forgot," Dally reached into his pocket after breaking the kiss "here, you said your stomach hurt and I asked around for what to get a gal for that stuff, then I uh- so I picked this up for ya." Dally handed me a chocolate bar.
My heart melted at this. How sweet! Oh he really does love me, huh? I gladly accepted the chocolate bar and immediately opened it. Dally had a triumphant look on his face and pulled me down to sit on his lap back on the chair.
"How is it, doll face?" Dally rubbed my knee soothingly.
I didn't care about etiquette while eating anymore, I was happy and Dally was  someone who I was comfortable with; So I wolfed that fucker down.
"It's good, you want some?"I held the chocolate bar to his face.
"Nah, you need it." Dally lightly pushed the half-eaten treat with his finger.
I ate that thing in mere minutes before I started to get a sugar rush.
"Dal."
"Hmm?"
"Can we do something?"
"Like what?"
"I don't know, walk around town? I'm feeling kinda jumpy." I sprung up from Dally's lap.
"Well how about we burn off some of that energy at the mall? You can shop and I'll watch the mall-brawl with the fellow JD's." Dally said. Dallas had always had a hankering to watch or to be in a fight, especially if he could impress the bystanders.
"Dally I love you but I really don't want to get kicked out of the mall, okay?" I cocked an eyebrow and grinned at Dally, but something was off. He looked at me with a shocked expression and tilted his head.
"I Say that again." He looked up at me intently.
"I love you, don't get us kicked out?" I was confused, maybe he didn't hear me?
"You love me? Huh. Never thought I'd hear that come out of someone's mouth, to me anyways." Dally said. I knew he would never admit it, but I knew that he was so damn happy about those little words.
"So how are we gonna get there?" I genuinely wondered.
"Bucks T-bird. He's been out of town in rodeos a bunch since he's on a winning streak, so I get his car till' he comes back." Dally held up a set of keys in my face. We walked outside and Dally led me to Buck Merrill's place, where that gorgeous red car was parked. We hopped in and sped away, happy to be in each other's presence.
"Dallas Tucker Winston eyes on the road! AH! LOOK OUT OH MY FUCKING GOD!" I screeched as Dally wildly manoeuvred the roads, even worse than Two-Bit.
"Babe babe babe look, no hands! Whoo hoo!" He let go of the steering wheels and held his hands high above his head. I was so surprised that we didn't crash when we arrived into the mall. Although Dally was a reckless driver, he oddly could park the car perfectly. We both held hands as we strolled into the shopping centre. I have to admit, although malls have been a big thing for barely more than a decade, I was already a mall rat.
"Where should we go first?" I gazed at the familiar setting that I loved so much.
"Eh, let's poke around the place for a bit, it's been awhile since I've seen this place through."
So we walked around, peering at 'old' stores, new stores, and closed stores. The older ones were filled with out of style and faded wardrobe items that were being eyed by older shoppers while the newest stores had bright and vibrant styles of clothing, swarmed with teens. The closed stores were most likely going to be turned into the new stores, judging by the work that was being done in the interiors. It was 1965 after all, so the style and vibe was changing altogether.
"Y'know doll, I gotta tell you something that's been racking up my mind. I think that the Greaser thing is going out now." Dally spoke up as we stared at a closed shop that had started to be painted a bright funky orange.
"Yeah, I think the Socs reign is gonna die too." I agreed with what Dally said. The Greaser legacy was slowly dying, and I think we were the first to see it. The Socs were already splitting too, and they sure as hell knew it. Although Johnny had been jumped badly a few months prior, they still were slowly dying out, either growing out of it or moving on with life. Y'know, there was this big incident that happened a month or so back. Johnny and Pony had come back from the movies after talking to two Soc girls, and their boyfriends had tried to jump them. Pony and Johnny had run out to the park with the fountain after Darry got pissed at Pony and the Socs spotted them and nearly drowned Ponyboy to death. Luckily, a few Brumly boys saw and kicked them to hell. Now, everything was different. Socs died down, Greasers died down, but Hippies rose up.
"So how about we check out the department store and goof off a little?" Dally pulled me close.
"Yeah, yeah that would be real nice." I smiled, but I was still lost in my mind.
Dally could tell and said "You still thinking about the gang thing, aren't you?"
I sighed deeply "Yeah well if the Greaser thing dies then, what will everyone do? I mean, some of the boys practically rely on that stuff." I was thinking of mainly Dally; What would he do without the adrenaline rush, the stealing, the gambling, the crime? Or Two-Bit, who prides in his black handled six inch switch and enjoys rowdy drinking parties. What about Pony? He's always greasing his hair to look tuff as Paul Newman or Elvis. Then Steve, Steve likes his hair combed into complicated swirls, plus the denim and his tattoo. Oh and what for Soda, he fought for fun! What'll he do? Then poor Johnny, he may never get to be as "cool" as he wants. Although he is, he may never see it! Then Darry. Oh Darry is always showing off his muscles in a rumble, it's the only time when he can really do so, working like a dog day and night. I thought hard.
"Well if the Greaser thing does, then the Soc thing goes down with it, and we can walk the streets normally." Dally concluded. He did have a point because without any Greasers to jump, the Socs were just a bunch of posh closeted homosexuals that took out their anger on their booze and women. Marcia had just broken up with her boyfriend just for that reason, and he ran away and became a hippie. So good for her I guess. Meanwhile, Cherry was still stuck with Bob. She didn't like Bob anymore, not since he went off the rails. Bob was a decent guy a while back, when he was sixteen he used to be a 'normal' person. Now he was eighteen and the worst possible version of himself. I think Cherry was scared of him to be honest, that's why she stayed with his dumbass. I used to be okay with Bob, until I found out about his hate towards Greasers, most women, and anyone who wasn't white and had melanin unlike his natural ginger ass that dyed his hair to avoid getting caged. He hated Lou because she was half Mexican, and thankfully didn't know about my Mom. You see, my Mother looked and seemed like she was Spanish or Portuguese which the people in Tulsa loved the 'exoticness' of them since they had some passion. There was one thing you see, one flaw, my mother was not fully Hispanic or anything like that. She was partially without a doubt, but she was also something else. If you don't get the memo, she was Filipino. Her family came to America after WWII, then years later she met my Dad and married him. Everyone thought she was a Hispanic woman, given her paler skin and last name which sounded straight from a Spanish dictionary. We never talked about my mothers heritage, only the Curtis' and Johnny knew. And I planned to keep it that way.
"Well, well, well, Y/N L/N." A brittle voice called from behind Dally and I. I spun around and was greeted with a sulky Curly Shepherd, and behind him was Tim.
"What are you gonna do, because if you try anything funny with my girl I ain't afraid." Dallas gritted his teeth and furrowed his eyebrows.
"Curly has something he has to say to the lady, don't he?" Tim stepped in and gripped Curly's shoulder harshly.
"I-I'm sorry Y/N." He wouldn't meet my eyes.
"For!?" Tim barked out the question to Curly.
"For...being an ass. I shouldn't have done that stuff that I did to you during the date." Curly hung his head low.
"I'm sorry about him, kid. You don't have nothing to worry about from this little shit. See ya, Y/N, Dally." Tim ushered Curly away.
"What.was.that." I tried to process the situation.
"Oh I forgot to tell you, I had a chit-chat with Tim about his brother. Another present I gift to you, you could say." Dally looked at me for approval.
He didn't have to tell me twice, I gave him a big old kiss right on the lips, and boy was he proud. He stood tall with some of my lipstick smeared on his face with a beaming grin and waltzed around the rest of the mall like he owned the place. It was then that I realized that I had not stolen anything in my life, but Dallas Winston's heart.

AUTHORS NOTE: ALRIGHT SO UHM WE RLLY NEED TO STOP ACTING LIKE PEOPLE OF COLOUR WERE NOT AROUND BEFORE THE 1960's IN FANFICS AND IF U DONT LIKE THE FACT I PUT PPL OF COLOUR INTO MY WRITING YOU CAN ACC SUCK IT BAE 😍. Also, just because I hate Bob the Ginger I don't hate Cherry the redhead, redheads and gingers are different shades of hair. Anyways love y'all but I love Dally more 😘