Tex (Dallas Winston)

Chapter Thirteen

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Hooping and hollering. The sounds from the Curtis front yard had been virtually nonstop for the past fifteen minutes. At first it was just Sodapop and Steve goofing around, as they always do. Soon after, though, more and more greasers joined in as they rallied with each other and got amped up for the big fight.

Talia sat inside on the couch closest to the window, staring out at the bonfire in the front yard the was surrounded by boys. Not a single greaser girl in sight.

'Greaser girls don't fight.' The words echoed around her head as she replayed her and Dallas' argument in her head from that morning. 

The two had enjoyed an amazing day at the hidden park, and an even more amazing night together. However, with Talia still tense about Dallas' fighting, she offered her assistance, which was shot down almost immediately.

"Staring out the window longingly is never a good sign." A voice from behind Talia caught her off guard, and she jumped slightly, nearly falling off the couch.

She turned her body to see Darry standing behind her, arms crossed.

"You're not out there rallying with them?" She asked, patting the seat next to her, inviting Darry to join her.

He shook his head as he sat down next to her. "They're all still kids. They look forward to this kind of stuff."

Talia looked down in her lap. The day she was dreading was finally here, and it felt as if time was moving in slow-motion. She just wanted the day to be over, and Dallas to be nestled safely in her arms.

"It's nothing we haven't done before, though." He added, trying to reassure Talia as he watched her expression.

Still, she shrugged. "How often do things like this happen?"

Talia was already planning for the future. She was so enamored with Dallas, and had fallen for him. Hard. She just wanted to know if this was a feeling she should get used to with him. It was already a feeling synonymous with her parents; a feeling she hated.

"I would say once a year, maybe twice. Tensions in school get pretty high between the guys who still go. If we manage to go through the school year without one, then one will definitely happen in the summer."

Talia shook her head. "I still don't understand it, but I respect tradition, I guess."

She looked over to see Darry nodded.

All day long, Darryl Curtis worked in construction to help support his two brothers. He was constantly tired, yet he always had a smile on his face.

Talia admired his muscles, knowing that they would most likely help keep Dallas safe.

"Just keep them safe. All of them." She said quietly, diverting her attention back to the group of boys that were roughhousing.

"Always." Darry replied.

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The quietness of the Curtis household had gotten to Talia so much to the point she had to remove herself from the house. It was an odd sensation, because she had never been in the house while it was empty. A Curtis brother was almost always there, and if not one of them then it was another member of the greasers.

But there was nothing, no one. Just the small whistling of the wind through the draft in the front door.

It was driving Talia insane.