Late Nights (Dallyboy)

Chapter 4

Pony and Johnny walked out of the movie house, both silent. They had seen a disturbing film, unconscious of its dark undertone.
"That place just has gotten a bunch of messed up movies.", Pony sighed. His head hanging low in fatigue.

"Ya tired Pony?", Johnny softly inquired.
Ponyboy nodded and rubbed his eyes. He had been made all-nighters for the last few days to catch up with school from prior illness. Now here he was.

Suddenly sirens, red and blue lights start flash. The boys could only suspect who and what made the fuzz show up. They ducked into shallow shadows to hide, avoid being questioned. Johnny and Pony picked up the pace and moseyed home.

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Dallas was sprinting, flying, hurtling himself towards the Curtis home. He cackled deviously as he fled his crime, vandalism. He went hysterical after spray painting the giant phallic on the side of a department store. He scrambled into the house and back to the kitchen.

There, at the kitchen table, sat the one and only 'Superman' Darrel Curtis. Passed out. Dally snorted at the odd phenomenon of Darry falling asleep at the table. It's as if he's fallen asleep while paying the bills, which he did.
Dally turned away and tuned down on the couch, no one was here at the moment except for the sleeping Darrel. That's the least Dally knew of.

The front door opened softly and Pony entered quietly. His expression was of intimate focus, lost in thoughts that anyone would wish to know.

"Hey Dallas", he greeted.

"Hey Pony.", Dally responded.

"Did you cause all the ruckus out there?", Ponyboy inquired.

Dallas mischievous smirked and nodded, prideful in his actions. "Yes I did"

"You scared me and Johnny.", Though Ponyboy was monotone on this it still sounded pitiful.

The hood felt some sort of guilt in that. That he scared the youngest two of the gang. He kept his tough act though, "You should've known it was me!"

"But you know ever since that kid got killed, all of have been on edge."

Dally sighed, Ponyboy walked over and sat down. Leaning his head on the other's shoulder.

"I'm real tired.", the younger greaser murmured.