Yellow - The Outsiders

03

Thalia
Thalia and Ponyboy had chatted at the library over random things, getting to know each other better. Ponyboy had invited Thalia over to her house and she had happily accepted.

Thalia met Pony's gang. There were many names to be remembered. Ponyboy, which was easily remembered, Sodapop, Darry, Twobit, Steve, Dally, and Johnny.

They all accepted her within the first fifteen minutes that she was there. Darry had even invited her to stay for dinner, which she had politely declined, saying that she needed to go home and get a few things done.

That night, Thalia had felt more accepted than she had in a very long time.

Dallas
She was there. Right in front of him. Dally could not believe his eyes. Her name was Thalia. She was actually there.

She hung around with the gang for a few hours. Dally hadn't pulled anything on her like he would have with any other girl Pony had brought to the house.

He was nervous.

Dallas Winston was timid because of a girl. There weren't many things that can make the Dallas Winston nervous, but Thalia Smith was one of them.

Dally managed to talk to her a few times throughout the night without his mouth betraying him.

When she had announced that she was going to leave, his heart, or what he had of a heart, sank. He told the guys that he was going to head out shortly after Thalia had left.

He speedwalked-ran to catch up with her.

"Thalia, fancy meeting you here," he said. He noticed she jumped when he said that.

"I'm pretty sure you left to catch up with me, and, it's really not that fancy," she retorted.

"Alright, alright," Dally said as he held his hands up in surrender.

"Sorry, I'm not used to people coming up and scaring the living daylights out of me," Thalia said.

"Nah, it's alright, kid," Dally replied.

"I'm not a kid,"

"Oh, yeah? How old are you then, Ms. not a kid,"

"Old enough to not be called a kid," Thalia responded.

"I won't call you kid if you're older than me," Dally said.

"Alrighty then, I'm seventeen,"

"Me too, princess," Dally said.

"Darn, when's your birthday?" She asked.

"November ninth,"

"Well, ha! Mine is October twenty ninth! Respect your elders, Kid," Thalia beamed.

"Okay, Misses whatever-your-last-name-is," Dally said. Of course he knew what her last name was. He was addicted to the girl with the last name of Smith, but he was determined to change it.

Our little, stupid conversation means more to me than you think.