I hear an engine roar and stutter the die down. I'm sitting on the couch in the living room of a house of someone I don't know. Dallas, a guy I just met the night before, sits watching television in front of me. All of them greasers, people who all my friends say they hate. Who would've known I'd be in this situation?
A few shouts come from outside along with the slamming of car doors. A slender, yet built boy comes through the door with dark greased hair wearing a partially buttoned DX uniform. His face is like something seen in movies, like the guys that Mary swoons over at the drive-in.
The guy that follows him is wearing the exact same uniform with the sleeves rolled up to show his muscular arms. One of his arms has a tattooed eagle and his hair is also dark and slicked back, an overall rugged look.
"Hey, Dally," the first boy says and hey both walk into the kitchen.
A different voice comes, probably the second guy, "So, you still have that broad I see," yelled with a country-like slur.
The door slams open and shut and a large man, probably young twenties, walks in. His skin is slicked in sweat and he wears casual clothes. His muscles bulge through his shirt and he speaks, "Forget something, little buddy?"
The handsome boy walks back into the room holding a piece of chocolate cake, "No, why?" He laughs.
The older guy walks toward him and affectionately rubs his head, "How about you eat something other than chocolate cake, yeah?"
And then he also walks into the kitchen. The handsome boy walks towards the couch and introduces himself before sitting next to me, "I'm Sodapop," he says.
"Nice to meet you, Sodapop," I say quietly and go to stick my hand out but out it back seeing his chocolate and great covered hands, "you look familiar. Where do I know you from?" I stutter and he takes a bite of his chocolate cake, then swallows.
"I work down at the DX," he says gesturing to his shirt,"and I used to go to Will Rodgers High."
I nod and the other two boys walk into the room.
"Hey, Darry can I borrow the truck to take her home and grab some stuff from Buck's?"
Dallas says and the older boy, Darry, responds.
"Sure but be back by 12:15 because those two knuckle heads have to be back at the DX and then I've got to go back to a site," he says gesturing to Sodapop and who I now assume is Steve.
Sodapop laughs and Steve smirks before shoving a piece of cake into his mouth.
"How'd the floor sleep last night?" Steve laughs.
"Not a word, man" Dallas says before getting up. "Let's go, Curly," says then walks out the door.
"The keys in the ignition," Darry yells then turns to me, "It's was great meeting you, Sophie." He shakes my hand and I reply.
I walk out the door with one thing on my mind: I slept on the couch, while Dallas slept on the floor.
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Abyssal Emotions (The Outsiders/Dallas Winston Fan-Fic)
FanfictionIn the 1960's, two teenagers from opposite sides of the tracks help each other learn about their town, what really matters in life, and each other while trying to erase their broken pasts.
