Saving Dallas Winston//// A Dallas Winston Story

20: Home, Bitch!

In the truck, I was sat between Soda and Darry. My mind was still on cloud nine, I was rambling on and on, and I'm pretty sure Soda and Darry had enough of me. They both seemed to be ignoring the questions that I was asking over and over again.

"Woah!" I yelped out, "Did you see that tree!"

"What about it?" Darry asked, annoyed.

"It was about to fall on us!" Soda and Darry rolled their eyes. "Holy shit! There's people in the back of our truck!"

"That's the gang, Y/N." Soda responded this time.

"Soda?" I asked quieter and in a sweeter tone this time.

"Hm?" he responded.

"Where's my little brother, Horsey?"

"Ponyboy is sick Y/N." I gasped loudly at what Soda said.

"Does he have the plague?"

"No." Darry and Soda had a bluntness to their voice.

"We're home." Darry pulled into our driveway. "Come on." They both helped me into the house and as I walked in I let out a gasping joy.

"I'm home, bitch!" I giggled and began to try to walk away without help, but the whole gang started hollering. "I'm not an old lady!"

"Y/N, sit down on the couch." They placed me in the couch and sighed. Suddenly, loud footsteps came toward the living room. And there he was.

The Dallas Winston.

"Y/N?" he asked and had a look of disbelief on his face. "You guys didn't tell me that she was awake?" he asked the gang, now angry.

"We didn't want you to freak out." Darry said.

"Why the fuck would I freak out?"

"That's what you're doing now." Darry stated.

"Yeah, because no one fucking told me!"

"Why do you care so much, Dallas?" Darry seemed to have an idea of what was going between us.

"She's- 'cause she's part of the gang." Dally sort of stuttered.

"It's not like we slept together!" I blurted out. "Calm down Dar Dar."

"What the fuck is she talking about, Dallas?" Darry yelled, finally.

"Like she said; we didn't sleep together." he replied back.

"What's going on?" the soft spoken voice of Ponyboy said as he peeked out of the hallway. "Y/N?" he walked over and gave me a gentle hug.

"Horsey!" I shouted. "I'm back!"

"How long were you gone?" Ponyboy asked.

"Well..." I burst out laughing, "I don't know!"

"A week, Ponyboy." Darry said and then ushered Pony back to bed, to which he complied in his disoriented state.

"Hey, that's mean." I pouted.

"Whats wrong with her?" Dally asked the gang in general.

"She's all hopped up on pain meds." Soda answered.

"So..." he thought for a moment, "she's high out of her mind?"

"Basically."

"What happened to me?" I asked out of nowhere on my spot on the couch.

"You- you were shot Y/N." Soda had finally gotten his sweetness back and had a glint of sadness in his eyes.

"By Mark?" I watched the whole gangs eyes get wide as I asked this question.

"Baby, Mark is gone. You know that."

"I shot him."

"No, no you didn't."

"Uh huh."

"Y/N, there were no gunshot wounds on his body." Dally chimed in.

"In his head." I continued, "I shot him in his head. He hit me, so I shot him." The gang gave each other questionable looks. "He said- he said I'm worthless. I don't deserve to live. Mama would be disappointed in me. He said those things."

"We need to get you to bed, Y/N."

"Okay." Soda brought me to our bed and tucked me in.

"I wont be sleeping here because it's dangerous for your wound." Soda said as he pushed the blanket under my chin just like Dad used to do when we were kids.

"Okay." I smiled a sleepy smile at him. What I didn't know though, was that in the back of Soda's mind he was scared I'd fall into another coma. He kissed me on the forehead and walked out.

~Time Skip~

The drugs had worn off by now. Everyone had gone to bed or had gone home. Soda crashed in Pony's room, but stayed on the cot because Pony was still sick. I couldn't sleep. I had been tossing and turning, quite painfully I might add, for three or four hours now.

I decided there was only one way I'd get to sleep. So, I stood from my bed and pulled on my shoes and coat. As I began to descend to the living room, I froze when I saw Johnny sit up and look at me from the couch.

"Where you going Y/N?" he asked, rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Johnny wasn't stupid, he knew where I was probably gonna go. "You're going to see Dally, aren't you?"

"Fine. Yes, I am going to see Dally. I can't sleep."

"Okay, let's go." I watched in confusion as he pulled his shoes on.

"What?"

"I know better than to stand in your way when you want something. So, I'm going to walk you there just incase, also because you still need help walking." I didn't argue because Johnny was right. It still hurt like hell.

"Thanks Johnnycakes."

We quietly walked out the front door and began down the street to Buck's. He had his arm around my waist helping me walk. The walk to Buck's Bar was silent, but in a good way. Me and Johnny often didn't have to communicate to know what the other was thinking.

We reached Buck's and stepped over the passed out bodies and made our way up the stairs. I was trying to mask how much pain I was in climbing the stairs, but Johnny knew anyway. We reached Dally's room and Johnny knocked on the door.

We heard him grumble from the other side of the door and he opened the door with a sour expression. His expression softened though when he saw me and Johnny standing there. He didn't have a shirt on and had pulled a pair of jeans on. I didn't mind the view.

"What're you guys doin' here?"

"Y/N couldn't sleep so I helped her here." Johnny explained.

"Alright. Y/N, come inside. Johnnycakes, you go stay in the extra room over there. No one's in it tonight." Johnny complied and handed me over to Dallas who brought me in carefully and closed the door behind us. Dally gently led me to his bed and laid me down before pulling his jeans back off. He laid down beside me and I cuddled into him. "What're you doing here, Dollface?"

"I couldn't sleep. And I missed you."

"I was worried crazy about you."

"I'm sorry."

"Man, that should've been me. Why'd you do that? Look where you are now."

"'Cause I love you." he sighed.

"I love you too, Babe."

I never knew Dally could express his emotions like this. We both weren't good at it, considering our pasts. But we were getting better at it. He kissed me on the forehead and I laid on his chest. I traced his abs until I fell asleep. Peacefully.