𝓾𝓷𝓱𝓮𝓪𝓵𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓪𝓽𝓾𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 • 𝓳𝓪𝓵𝓵𝔂 | ✓ |

7. 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓭𝔁

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   "you help me define how to remind myself            what it's worth"
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TW: MENTION OF SMOKING
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the day went by slower than molasses.

when two-bit dropped pony off at the house after school, he immediately went back to his room and started on his homework.

unsurprisingly, he didn't say a word to me.

each "interaction" we had with each other was just killing me more and more.

i wish he would just get over it, so i didn't have to apologize. i get so nervous and i don't even think i'd be able to go through with an apology.

i might run away and cry before finishing the damn sentence.

it was around 4:00 or so now and it would be a while before soda got home from work. he's the only person i really talk to now, besides dallas.

speaking of dallas, he hadn't been home since this morning. he said he was just going to get cigarettes and he'd be back.

i can't help but be worried about him. i just don't want anything bad happening to him. anything like last time.

he never brought up his wound. he honestly acted like it wasn't there for the most part. i've only ever seen it once, last night.

god, that was just last night?

so much has happened since then, it seemed like it was days ago.

between soda's situation with sandy, and pony being all pissed at me, it seems like time is moving super slow.

that brings me back to last night.

oh, last night.

last night was wonderful.

everything was just great.

i laid with the man of my dreams, pony wasn't mad at me, everything was amazing.

i wish i could go back, back to my back being pressed against dally's bare chest as we watched movies. back to feeling his warm, heavy breath on the back of my neck. back to the sight of his beautiful facial complexion.m

this man has a hold on me and he doesn't even know it.

there's no way i'd be able to spend another minute in this silent house. i got up off the couch, grabbed my cigarettes, and headed for the front door.

i started down the street with a certain destination in mind. i thought i'd give soda a little visit at the dx, and grab some more cigarettes as well. i only had about a couple left.

i lit the weed and placed it between my lips as i walked. i had been smoking a lot more here recently, even though i had been prohibited to do so by the doctor. he told me that i wasn't allowed to smoke once i left the hospital, but that was a while ago.

i know i really shouldn't be smoking, but i can't help it. ponyboy has my stress levels going through the roof, and it's the only thing that can calm my nerves.

i just can't wait for saturday. that's when i'll have some real fun.

i don't drink, but i'm planning on getting completely wasted. whatever it takes.

i've never really been fond of parties. i'm the type to keep to myself and keep myself company, or have fun with a person or two.

at the party, i'd probably just hangout with soda and steve. id only really talk to soda, but you can't have one without the other.

even if they both would rather have each other's company, i'd watch dally.

would i talk to him? hell no. not unless he talks to me first. not because i don't want to talk to him, but because i don't want to be awkward.

i continued along my path, one foot in front of the other, and finally arrived at my destination. i was so caught up in my thoughts that i didn't even realize how much time had passed and that i actually made it.

i opened the dx door and the chime of a bell filled my ears as i stepped foot inside. i immediately spotted sodapop at the register, talking to another familiar face, who was sitting on the counter.

dallas.

had he been here since this morning? was he here waiting for soda?

oh god.

is he in love with soda?!

"johnny? johnny!" i heard soda call, snapping me out of my negative haze.

"o-oh hello!" i nervously replied, making my way fully into the building. i walked over to the duo and sat on the counter next to dallas. i didn't want to stand awkwardly next to them.

"you're still westin' that jacket, huh?" dallas pointed out with a smile. i nodded in response.

"cool, looks good."
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after a while of listening to the two talk to each other, and being asked if i was still there every once in a while, dally offered to give me a ride home. home being back to the curtis house.

i followed him out of the dx after saying my goodbyes to soda and got in buck's vehicle that he borrows.

i sat down in the front passenger seat and he turned his key in the ignition, starting the engine. the faint static from the radio filled the silence between us. he began to pull out but suddenly stopped and turned to face me.

"you know johnny," he said, "i don't say shit like this much, but i'd do anything for you man. i heard how upset pony got with you this mornin'. he's told me his side of the story, but i always side with you. i can tell it's been affectin' you. you ain't been actin' like yourself. id say you can talk to me, but i ain't really the talkin' to type."

i felt a faint smile form at his words.

he cared. he really cared.

this is dallas winston we're talking about.

he doesn't ever talk like this. hell, he said it himself.

"thank you dal." is all i could manage out. i bundled up my overloading happiness to seem 'cool'.

"no problem johnnycakes." he replied. he then continued to reverse the vehicle, and take off down the street toward the curtis household.