A weekend alone (Jally)

Chapter 1

Johnnys POV.

I was finally able to slip out of my bedroom window around 11 so I could go get Dallas. It was hard to sneak out, especially because my dad finished a whole bottle of vodka and would beat me senseless if he heard. 

I started walking down the street and was thinking about Dallas, I mean, I have always loved him. I used to think it was a brotherly thing or something, but lately I have caught myself lookin at him when I know I shouldn't. I never really thought I was gay until I met Dallas Winston.

I was getting closer to dally's house when those butterflies came in to my stomach. I don't know why, I never get nervous when me and him are together, but on second thought we do only hang out with the gang. 

It was pretty cold out and I don't have much to wear, just a white T-shirt and jeans that were getting too small for me. I would have worn my jean jacket but it got so small it didn't even fit over my arms anymore. I would ask my old man for clothes, if he wasn't drunk every second of every day.

I just about reached dally's house when it got so cold my fingers started to turn purple, which is rare because of my dark Italian skin. I got nervous at first because I just read an article in the Curtis's newspaper about frost bite. So I studied my hands to make sure they were not how the article described frost bite.

I suddenly realized I was at dally's and saw dally come out of the house. I quickly put my hands in my pockets because I knew dally would worry, I'm the only one in the gang dally really worries and cares about.

"Hey kid" dally grinned as he walked over to me. He must of seen me quickly put my hands in my pockets because he demanded me show them to him, he must of thought I got in a fight or something if he really cared about my hands right...?

I showed him my hands and I could see the worry in his face right away. "What are you doing out here with out a jacket?" he asked as he grabbed my hands to warm them. There are the butterflies again. I knew I couldn't control it but it was a real inconvenience. "its fine, its fine" I said trying to act tougher than I am. people always say I looked like a puppy that was kicked to many times, maybe that was true. But Dallas really made me feel that way.

Sorry for the short chapter I will try to write longer ones.