My brothers friend

Chapter One

As I walk out into the living room and stop in my tracks to see two younger boys sleeping on the floor while Dallas slept on the couch. They looked harmless so I just walked passed them and into the kitchen to find breakfast when my little brother Curly came into the kitchen.

"Dallas is over, put pants on." He said as he stuffed his face with a sandwhich he had made the night before.

"Their just boxer shorts. I can handle myself. And chew with your goddamn mouth closed." I cringed in disgust as I continued to make my cereal. He then did the most brotherly thing and showed me the chewed up food in his mouth.

"Ew Curly!" I shoved his face away only for him to smack me so I lunged towards him in which Tim came out a few seconds later and grabbed us both by the collars of our shirts.

"Shut up. Too early." He spoke just enough to get us to shut up instantly. When he speaks very few words out of tiredness, he won't hesitate to throw you. Trust me, I've seen him at like two in the morning when Curly came in drunk as fuck.

"Hey Ponyboy~" Angela spoke in a flirtatious tone in which I couldn't see her from the kitchen.

"Hey Angela.." The boy muttered tiredly.

Wait thats the boy she had a crush on when she was younger.

Suddenly Dallas walked into the kitchen and began making himself a cup of coffee.

"Who're they?" I asked as I look up at him.

"Uh. The one with his scar on his face is Johnny. Ponyboy is the one that your sisters flirting with." He smirked as he glanced up at me making me roll my eyes.

"She's like him as long as I can remember."

"Yeah, but their harmless. Wouldn't hurt a fly." 

I shrug my shoulders as he walks back into the living room. "Hey Tim, I'm going to Bucks."

"Alright. See ya later." He calls out as I walk to my room to change into short booty shorts and a black halter top before walking out and towards the door, catching Dallas eyes on me.

"Bye Winston." I mumble and shoot him a wink before heading out to go to the party.

Once I get there I walk up to the bar and sat down on the stool, wiggling my ass behind me to catch the attention of someone behind me. "Hey Buck." I smile as I lean against the bar counter.

"Hey kid. The usual?" He asks.

I nod and watch as he begins to make it. "Mm.. I don't have any money..." I chuckle nervously and give him a cute smile.

"Listen, it's bad enough that I'm giving alcohol to minors, you gotta pay up, young lady." He smirked but I knew that smirk meant he was being sarcastic.

"So that's a yes..?" I cup my cheeks to look innocent.

"Please, when was the last time you paid for a drink." He chuckled as he handed me the glass. "So you got a boyfriend yet?"

"Ughh... no not yet." I roll my eyes and sip my drink.

"Boy if I didn't know any better I outta thought you were one of them queers." He smirked in which I shot him a glare. "You ever thought about that uh.. Winston boy. Dallas. I'm sure you and him would be a good couple hm?"

"Excuse me? Of course not." I blushed and looked down at my drink.

"Oh really? Your face says otherwise." He chuckled as he sipped a beer.

"Well.. what makes you think we would be a good couple?" I ask shyly, not trying to blow my cover about how I have fantasies about him almost every night to help me get off.