ROAD RAGE.

vii. INTOXICATING

MARTY R.–

i awoke to sunlight in my eyes and the smell of eggs cooking, which confused me. my eyebrows furrowed as i stretched.

dallas, he wasn't on the couch. my body turned and my eyes landed on the messy haired greaser. i raised an eyebrow, he was cooking.

"didn't know you could cook." i yawned, grabbing a beer from the fridge.

"alcohol at ten in the morning? you're worse than two-bit, man." dallas shook his head with a small grin.

"oh hell yeah, only one on a regular day keeps the doctors away." i smirked, making him laugh.

"it's gonna kill you if you drink like that, you know." his voice came out raspy, the undertone of an accent poked through.

"i smoke too, maybe it'll speed this shit up." i laughed, walking upstairs to brush my teeth and change.

yet another pair of high waisted shorts and a light blue shirt. a knock pounded on my door, making me groan. i walked downstairs in my black bra and shorts, wresting my hair to get out of my face.

i opened the front door and there stood the gang; minus pony and johnny. the thought of the two boys ran through my mind, a tug at my heart strings made me grimace.

"have you seen johnny and ponyboy?" darry asked.

"no, why?" i tried to act as clueless as possible.

"you happen to see a shirt anywhere? not complaining about the view or anythin', just wondering." two-bit smirked, his eyes wandering down my chest.

my eyes rolled as i slid the shirt over my head, tucking it slightly into the shorts. "come in, what happened to pony and johnny?"

of course, i was blatantly lying to their faces. dallas didn't help, he just smirked as he ate his eggs. bastard didn't even leave me any.

"the po-po are lookin' for ya, dal. a soc was killed last night. they think it was ponyboy and johnny, but they wanna pull you in anyways." steve informed him.

i stayed silent, the gang talking it out. soon enough, the two dx workers and darry needed to leave for work.

"they'll be back soon, darry. i promise." i patted the eldest brother's shoulder as he exited the house.

they all started to walk out, sodapop stopped in front of me.

"if you do know where he is, please take care of him. he's just a kid, i... i can't lose him." sodapop spoke in a hushed tone.

my heart felt like someone was squeezing the life out of. a weight fell on my chest and my lungs felt compressed, my heart hurt for the greaser. i quickly pulled him into a hug, squeezing him tightly before bidding him a goodbye. it was then just dal and me.

"shit, when can we go get them?" i sighed, chugging down the alcohol.

"we gotta wait for this to blow over a bit, next week we'll go get them." dallas replied.

"so, you got a thing for sodapop?" he asked.

"no, why do you care?" i shot back.

"who said i did?" dal attempted to brush it off.

"well, considering you questioned me about it shows you care." i walked past him to the kitchen to throw my bow empty bottle away, two-bit must've drank some of the beer.

i tossed the bottle into the trash can, my body was quickly spun to have my back pressed against the counter. dallas has me pinned about the old granite of the counter, his cold eyes boring into mine.

"look, i don't care about anyone. i stopped fucking around with that bullshit a long time ago." his index finger curled to nudge my chin up to look him dead in the eyes.

"look, i never said i needed you to care about me. personally, i don't need anyone to care about me. i've been on my own for a while and i certainly don't need you now." i replied.

he smirked, his other hand moving my side. dal had moved as close as possible, his hand nudging me to near him. dallas has placed his lips to mine, a lot like last night. just, less intoxication for alcohol.

my hands ran up to his sides, of course i was gonna say the kiss was nothing. dallas winston has this way of making a kiss escalate comfortably. my body was lifted to sit on the counter, subconsciously my legs wrapped around his waist. i could feel dallas start to anxious, and want to push forward.

i smirked against his lips as my hands ran into his hair. my shirt was untucked, dally's cool hands ran towards the button of my shorts.

dallas was intoxicating himself, the way he executed every move. he knew what he was doing well. winston was a boy of many tricks to get girls hooked onto him, but not me. i believe we get along so well for the fact we don't give a shit about many things. i gave up caring a long time ago, i only truly cared for angela. she was the only person that had been there for me through everything.

i placed a peck on his lips before pushing him away. dallas looked at me bewildered.

"sorry dal, but i have shit to do today. not like either of us cares, right?"

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this is kinda pretty short
and a filler kinda
chapter lmao sorry
also i attempted to catfish for $$
cuz ya girl is broke and
charmingenigma saved my ass LMFAO

with love bitches,
vroom vroom.