everyone says he's bad news. everyone says he ain't one to mess with. everyone says he isn't worth anyone's time. well, everyone also says I have a gift for looking at things in a different perspective.
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Technicolor Beat by Oh Wonder
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Dallas turned down a dirt road and drove down it until we reached a small house at the end. It was remote and eerie, if I didn't know any better I would say that it was haunted. We both got out of the car and made our way into the house, if I could even call it that.
He wasn't kidding when he said is was abandoned, if there was any sign of living in this house it left years ago. There was old furniture left from the previous owners strewn about the house, maybe it really was haunted. "You stay here often?" I asked, trying to hide my disgust
"Not often, but I felt this would be better than staying in a club or in the lot with Johnny. You know, for your sake." Dallas answered
"Whatever works..." I drifted
I was about to put my knapsack down but I didn't want to risk it given what Dallas tried earlier. I heard Dallas strike a match and turned around to see him lighting a smoke. "Want one?" Dallas asked with a weed in between his lips
Dallas threw the box of matches at me and I caught them, pulling out my own cigarettes. He went outside and leaned over the porch, the sun already went down so now it was time to watch the stars come out. I followed him and stood a healthy distance close to him, I didn't want to be intrusive. "You care a lot about Johnny, don't you?"
"He's the gang's pet, everyone's kid brother." Dallas said, "I care about the whole gang but I care about Johnny most if honest. He's just receives so much shit that he doesn't deserve, it make me mad to see people tearing him down."
"He looks young, no?" I commented
"Yeah, he's 16 but everyone mistakes him for Pony's age." Dallas confirmed
"How old is Pony?" I asked. I thought Ponyboy was 16 as well.
"14." Dallas answered
"You guys are young." I said
"Well how old are you?" Dallas asked
It then occurred to me that neither of us know each other's age. "I'm 17."
"Same here." Dallas said as he took a drag on his cigarette
"Hm." I mumbled
"What?" He asked
"I thought you were like 20 or something." I answered
Dallas chuckled, probably proud of himself that he looks older than his age. "You know you can get away with being 24 tops."
"Really?" I asked with my eyebrow raised
"Yeah it'd be easy. Just wear skimpier clothes, high heels, and talk like a sleeze. You'd get anything you want age limit wise." Dallas said
