Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

I Can't Believe I Just Admitted That

Note to readers: The end of this story takes a bit more romantic turn.......it was a dream I had, and it might be kind of weird.  But I thought it was interesting, and I'm not usually the romantic type if you can't tell by my character, Tara, so I hope you like it.

        "You need to sleep, Tara," Dal told me. 

        I had just gotten jumped by the Socs, yet again, on my way over here. I was fine except for a few bruises and a headache, there wasn't even any blood on me, since Dally had come along and helped me out.  But lately he'd been worrying a lot more about me, which I thought was odd since he was usually a suck-it-up-and-do-it-yourself kind of guy.  He was losing his tough image, I thought.

        "I'm fine, Dal," I said, his name being stretched out as a yawn split my face.  Darry made Dally give me some medicine so my head would quit hurting that was probably making me drowsy.  Dally smirked at me, and I plopped down on the couch and stretched out, planning to sleep there if he was gonna make me sleep.

        Everyone else was in the living room, except for Darry who was making supper and Pony who he had just told to come set the table.  The spot where Pony'd been sitting was still warm.  Soda and Steve were shouting as they played poker, and Two-Bit was bugging Johnny who was telling him to knock it off.

        "It's too loud in here.  Hey Soda, can Tara sleep in your room?" Dal called to him.

        "Yeah, sure.  Shut the door and it'll be quieter," Soda called back.

        "Come on," Dally said, gesturing for me to get up.

        With a sigh I did, I was getting kind of tired now anyways.  Dally led me down the hall, past the bathroom to where it branched to the left and right, forming a T.  I knew Darry's and Soda and Pony's bedrooms were down here, but I had never been in them before.

        We turned to the right, and then down a little ways I stopped in the doorway of Soda and Pony's room.  It was messy, but not as bad as I'd expected, there was no strange odor wafting in the air when you walked in the room.

        The first thing I noticed was the desk in the corner, piled high with books and papers that I figured must be Pony's, and some car magazines that had to be Soda's.  The desk chair was pulled out with a magazine on the seat, and Soda's DX hat hung over the back, a white T-shirt that I couldn't tell if it was clean or dirty slung across it.  The bed was unmade, the sheets all wrinkled, with two pillows on it. 

         I was surprised there was only one bed, but not really.  I'd heard about Pony's night terrors, it made sense that him and Soda would share a bed since they shared a room. 

         The only other piece of furniture in the room was a dresser, half the drawers were hanging open with clothes spilling out, but thankfully as far as I could tell, none of them were underwear drawers.  On top of the dresser was a most likely broken radio judging by the layer of dust covering it and a picture in a picture frame, but I couldn't tell what the picture was.

        There was nothing on the yellowed white-painted walls, but the threadbare carpeting on the floor was covered with rumpled clothes, candy bar wrappers, a deck of cards spilled all over, shoes, random socks without a pair, a few books, some ripped magazines, crumbled balls of paper, even a crushed paper airplane.

        The only thing that looked organized was the books stacked on a shelf on the headboard, but on top of that were half empty pop bottles and a glass or two that looked like they had once contained chocolate milk.