Ramsey's Worst Nightmare (a Sodapop fanfic)

Chapter 7

*A/N* hey guys! I decided to put up a short update because I have nothing better to do. So here's the second update for the day. Enjoy!

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We finally reached Buck's place. Mac was really excited. Everyone was there. Darry said he would sneak through and go up to Buck and tell that Mac was here and that Buck will announce that Dally has a surprise visitor. That's when Mac will walk through the door. We all loved the idea. Darry peaked through the window and Dally was distracted by the pool game and looking at a picture in his hand. Darry wouldn't be noticed. It took Darry a good five minutes to tell Buck. Buck agreed to do it because he had a soft spot for Mac. She was there when Buck's mom committed suicide. We could hear Buck from outside. "Alright guys! I've just been informed that we have a very special guest in the house tonight. Dallas Winston, will you please come forward. You have a special someone who wants to see you." We could see Dally move to the middle of the room through the window. The gang went in and Mac stood outside. "What are you guys doing here?" Dally was seriously confused. "There's someone here to see you, Dal." Darry answered. I opened the door and motioned Mac inside. She stepped into the room with her signature smile. Dally's jaw dropped and tears formed in his ice blue orbs. "Mac you're alive! Dad said you committed suicide two months ago." Dally's voice cracked. Everyone in the room was smiling. "Dad lied. I'm alive and healthy." Mac smiled. Dally ran over to her and and picked her up into his arms. He twirled her around as he held her. The whole room erupted in clapper and whoops and hollers. Dally was crying uncontrollably. "God damn it, Mac. Don't ever leave me alone. I missed you so god damn much. I love you." Dal mumbled into Mac's shoulder. "I missed you too, Dal." We all walked outside and everyone continued to party. "I promise I won't. But look I don't have any new cuts." Mac showed Dally her wrists as he was still holding her, her legs wrapped around his stomach. He smiled and for once Dally had joy in his eyes. "Aren't you proud of me?" Mac asked like a five year old would ask their mom. "There is no amount of words that can describe how proud I am of you, Kitten. I love you so much." Dally used an arm to lightly push Mac's head back into his shoulder. She wrapped her arms back around his neck. They made a good family. Maybe, just maybe, Mac was Dally's light. Nothing could touch Mac now. Or so we thought. We shouldn't have left Buck's that early.