Dally's Gal

17

Brielle

"Well you've got a lot of work ahead of you."

I give him a simple reply for his plain answer. Royce nods his head agreeing to me, but I can see a small smile form onto his lips. He knew that I was becoming more comfortable with him again, just like how it used to be.

Silence fills the air again, as we both sipped our drinks not really paying mind to the tension in the air.

Once I finished my float I was ready to just go home and lay in my bed to sulk. Breaking up with your boyfriend isn't fun, and seeing the other guy who broke your heart isn't that great either. Pushing the empty glass away from me I look at the boy in front of me. "Royce, I'm heading home." He opens his mouth to speak, "Alone."

Getting up I leave the building and was thankful to know that he followed my orders to let me go home alone. Sometimes it's nice to just be by yourself for a while.

Sometimes it's good to know that you just need yourself when others let you down.

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"Hey Brielle." There was Ponyboy standing on my front porch looking like he always does. I'm surprised he's over here actually. Not just because of what happened at the party, but because he hates areas like this.

Pony feels like he's always on high alert here, and as if others judge him. I wish I could tell him he's being crazy, we all know he's right.

A soc wouldn't hesitate to jump the poor kid here. It made me smile to know he came here all alone. "Hi Pony." Inviting him in we sit on my couch while I offered him some coke.

"I'm sorry to hear what happened, I wish Dally wasn't a complete dick. We all thought he changed."

"Dallas is Dallas. I knew there was no changing him. The sad thing was, is that I didn't see him for him. I thought so highly of him, making me think he was someone else. Two people are too blame." Pony's eyes held sorrow for me, and maybe pity. No one likes pity, but it was hard not to give sometimes. Especially in relationship break ups.

Picking up my glass I observe the drink in front of me, as I listen to Pony speak, "The gang is mad at him. We all were disappointed in him. After you dumped him he got wasted and went straight home. Didn't speak to anyone."

It's bad then. Dallas was a social drunk. He loved to talk, or mess around after he kicked a few back. I guess it's affecting him as much as it has me.

"You guys have been together for so long, we thought you'd guys were happy with each other."

I bite my tongue on that one, since i wanted to shoot out a smart answer, but it's Ponyboy. He doesn't need that. "Me too." Is all I mumble. Once I say that Pony makes it his point to change the subject and soon we just began to talk about everything and nothing.

I'm glad I had a friend like Pony.