I Think I Love You (Jally)

Chapter 4

Johnny's POV

The air was cold and crisp as Dally and I walked with full tummys from the Curtis house back Dals appartment.

It was almost 9 o'clock at night because Darry insisted we all stayed. He said some thin about us not eatin unless he fed us.

Darry wad probably right, but because of us staying we were now walking the empty streets of Tulsa.

Usually on any other night I would have been terrified to walk these dark streets alone in fear of being jumped by those damn Soc's. But when I was with Dally I felt safe, almost like he protected me. It must have just been my imagination, Dally didn't care for amything or anyone but him self.

I mean I knew he loved us in a friend maybe even brother way, like if someone was beating one of us up he would beat the shit out of that guy. But Dally would never kill himself over one of us, he was smart.

"I didn't know you had your own place Dally, thats real cool.", I said taking out my cigarettes and handing one to Dal.

Dally took the weed from me, lit it, took a drag then began to answer my statement,"Yeah, I guess I was tired if living with Buck and all the annoying broads that he would bring home all the time."

I nidded my head, I didn't need to answer. I didn't like to talk that much any way, and Dally knew that. So we walked in silence to his apartment.

His apartment wasn't that far of a walk for the Curtis house. But because of the weather and me being alone with my thoughts, which made the walk even more dred full.

This brown building stood infront of Dally and I. It looked warn down with two stories and maybe 10 apartments on each floor, but thats just me quessing.

We began to walk into the building, Dally leading the way.

The inside of the building didn't look any better than the outside. But I wasn't one to complain or judge. My house was in even worse shape, plus I didn't wanna go back there. So if I had to stay in a shit hole like this to get away from the shit hole I get to call a home then fine.

"Sorry the place isn't clean, I wasn't expecting guest", Dally says as we enter the place.

The paint in the walls was chipping and there seemed to be trash or dust in every cotner. But it seemed like more of a home to me than the place I grew up.

He had a small living room space that lead right into the kitchen. Then right off to the side there seemed to be two rooms. A bathroom and a bed room.

I looked down at the old couch, I figured I would end up sleeping there tonight. Eh, uts better than the lot.

"Um so kid I figured you and I could share a bed. No homo or shit but you don't need to be sleepin on the old beat up couch and I sure as hell don't wanna sleep there. My beds a queen to it should fit us both comfy."

I nodded at him, I felt comfortable with Dally and I knew he wouldn't do anything. Plus I was in no position to pass a good nights rest in a comfortable bed with the man I-

Wooooow brain calm down, I don't love Dally. I have string feelings but I wouldn't say full blown love. I loved all the boys as brothers, maybe Dally and little more but I was 100 and 10 percent sure I wasn't in love with Dallas Winston. It just wasn't possible.

"Thanks Dal for lettin me stay.", I told him.

I knew he didn't mind its just that he didn't need to offer me a place to stay and I feel like I'm intruding. But I really did appreciate what he was doing for me.