Dallas Winston's Little Sister (Discontinued)

Chapter 9

Austin's POV 

I didn't know where I was going, but as long as it was away from Dallas I was good. I don't think I'm going to call that social worker, I don't want to live in a girls home. I'll probably just live on my own somewhere. All I wanted to do right now was draw. I felt ideas coming. Good ideas. My best ideas usually come when I'm sad or mad. And right now I was both. I saw a park up ahead so I ran as fast as I could. When I got there I saw a fountain. Perfect. It's the best place right now for me. No one was at the park for some reason. I didn't know what time it was, but it was still light out. I could tell it was towards the afternoon; the sun was in the middle of the sky. 

I sat down with my back leaning on the fountain and took out my sketchbook. I grabbed one of my artist pencils and started to sketch. As I sketched out a girl I thought it just looked too....normal. I then felt the tears coming again. God damn hormones keep acting up. I started to cry on the paper, when I tried to dry it everything smeared. That's it. Then once I realized that the drawing was better, of course I stopped crying. At the time that I needed my tears for something they weren't there. Like everything else in my life. 

"Great that's just great. You basically just ruined your drawing for nothing." I said out loud. And then I realized. You're sitting up against a fountain you dumbass. 

"Ugh! I'm such an idiot." I said again. I took a random piece of paper and wet it. I started to rub it on the top of the drawings. Now the top portion of her head was smeared. I started to smear a little bit of the bottom. Then of course another idea came to my head. Add words at the top. 

By the time I was done I was pretty satisfied with my art. I mean it wasn't my best but it was something that came up in the moment. I like to look back at my drawings sometimes and they kind of tell the story of my life. I mean I drew at least one drawing a day for I don't know how many years. It got to the point where I'm now on my fifth sketchbook. I till have all of them. That's what is in my backpack. Since I don't go to school anymore, that's the only thing I use it for. 

This is what the drawing turned out to look like. 

All of a sudden I looked up and notice the sun setting. Back home in New York the sun never really did set. At least not to where I noticed. It was more so either light or dark. I just now realized that this might be the first sunset I've ever watched. Then another idea came to me. 

Of course now I have to draw this beautiful scene. But this is going to have color. I grabbed my colored pencils and went to work. Every now and then having to glance back up at the sunset to continue. I change the scenery up a little, but the beautiful orange and yellow skies are all there. All the water wasn't at the park, but I just thought it would look nicer that way. 

This is what the drawing came out to be.

I was satisfied that this is what the drawing came out to be. It definitely looked way better in person. I wanted to take a break from drawing. Even though I love it, I need to stop every now and then. Eventually I'll run out of ideas and not know what to draw anymore. 

All of a sudden I had the need to look behind me. I had the feeling that someone was watching me. Of course my feeling was right. There was a boy. He looked about my age. With redish brown hair, and greenish gray eyes. I recognized him from earlier. He was one of Dally's friends. He was one of the guys that patched me up. He was really cute. He was staring at my drawing. Oh no. How long has he been there? I don't like feeling watched. And hate people seeing my drawings. 

"How long have you been standing there?" I asked him. He looked surprised. As if he thought I couldn't speak. 

"Um not long. Long enough to know that you're an amazing drawer." he said. It made me blush. Oh no. I can't be falling for this guy. I just broke up with Jessie and I'm still not over him. Am I?

I quickly closed my sketchbook and shoved all of my stuff back in my bag. I need to get away from this dude. For all I know Dallas could have sent him here to get me. 

"Where are you going?" he asked.

"Umm I don't know but no offence, away from you. It's nothing against you, but you're one of my brother's friends. The last thing I want to do right now is be around someone that knows or reminds me of Dallas." I told him. He looked hurt at first , but then his expression changed to understanding. 

"Well that's going to be pretty hard since you can't exactly leave yourself."--I gave a confused face-- "You said you don't want to be around someone that knows or reminds you of Dal. Well hate to break it to you, but you know and look like Dallas. Plus you have his same toughness." he told me. He wasn't wrong, but I wish he wasn't right.

"Ok Ms. Smart one, do you have an answer as to what I should do?" I asked him.

"I would say you should go back and talk to Dallas. Or at least here what he has to say. While you were passed out he explained to us who you were. And man let me tell you, he has never sounded so excited and loving the way he talked about you. And Dallas, he's known as the toughest hood around here. Everyone knows his name and no one dares talk to him like you did. He's known around to have no feelings and a cold soul. He cares about you." he said. Was Dallas really known as the toughest hood around here? Did he really care about me? I don't know.

"Look kid, Dallas doesn't want me here. I know he doesn't. And I don't know why you're trying to convince me to talk to him, but it sure as hell ain't going to work. Look you seem really nice and I appreciate you talking to me, but I think I should be on my way now." I said and got up.

"Wait! What about a place to stay? Dallas left after you did and he won't be back till later tomorrow afternoon. You can stay at my place and if Dallas gets there while you're still there I help you get out without him seeing you. My brothers won't care, they basically know you by everything that Dal told us." he said with pleading eyes. Was this kid really begging me to stay at his house? Am I actually thinking about it? Am I sure that when I get there Dallas isn't going to be there? Or that they aren't just kidnapping me? Nope I don't know. And that's what makes it so much more fun. 

"Sure why not. But if you're lying I'm going to beet the tar outta you, you her me?" I told him with a smirk.

"You really are Dally's sister." He laughed.

"Got a name kid?" I asked

"Yeah. Ponyboy Curtis. I know it's an odd name. You got one? And you can stop calling me kid. I'm older than you." he said. I laughed.

"I'm Austin. And I think I'm going to keep calling you kid. It has a nice ring to it." I joked. We both laughed. We were then on our way to his house.