1960s // jally one shots

4!

prompt : "don't waste your strength on someone so filthy, okay?""

also this is short and i apologize.

also johnny is in school in this. i don't remember if he was/it said in the book.

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"woah, woah, slow down," dallas mumbled, rubbing his eyes and sucking on his bottom lip. he raised his hands up, silencing his boyfriend so he could register the words that were said. "let me get this straight," he continued, "you punched him?" the sentence was slow, made up of disappointment and surprise, a phrase so taken aback by the physical actions johnny had inflicted.

"you're not listening, you're not letting me finish," johnny argued, slightly aggravated by the conclusions dallas was jumping to, the impatience he was portraying. "you don't even know why."

"i don't need to know, you can't just- just hurt someone and expect for it to pass on like it was nothing," winston's voice rose, the sudden shift in volume causing johnny to flinch, but it went unnoticed. "i can't come home to find out you were sent home from school because you attempted to start a fight."

dallas wasn't a "no violence" kind of guy. he was the opposite, really. starting fights at bars, jumping socs, going to every rumble with his gang. and if he found out any of his other friends got in a tussle he'd give them a pat on the back and a cigarette and drop it there. he didn't care unless someone had to go to the hospital. but with johnny it was different. he wanted to protect him, to make sure he was staying safe. he didn't like hearing his boyfriend thwacked a dude.

"i wasn't starting a fight!"

"you fucking hit a kid!"

cade curled up into the chair he was sat on, the sudden yelling making him flinch. his movement pushed the wheels back, making him slide back a few inches.

they were placed in their room, dal by the door and j next to the desk. dally has an ice pack to give the older for his knuckles but a cigarette seemed to be doing the trick. cade didn't dare move closer or farther because his boyfriend was heated and didn't want to mess with a heated boyfriend, so he stayed still don't move don't move he'll get mad.

"i had a reason!" the short one countered, sticking his head out and narrowing his eyes. "i don't just go around smacking random students."

"i don't give a shit if you had a reason or not, that wasn't ri-"

"he was talking shit about you, d!" johnnycake blurted, swallowing his words after they were said with a bite of his bottom lip. his eyes dug into dal's expression, awaiting any kind of reaction. please tell me you forgive me, you'll forgive me when you find out the terrible shit that set me off. "they- they were saying nasty things. a-and i got mad, okay? i'm allowed to get mad, right? when someone calls your boyfriend a pedophile just because he's out of high school and you're not, you get mad!"

dally's cheeks flushed a dark crimson, anger suddenly washing over him. his concern with his boyfriend's attack was pushed to the back of his head, and what triggered it in its place.

"they said what?" he hissed. "they said what about us?"

"i was trying to work on my assignment, i was. but the teacher wasn't paying attention- mrs burkner never does, you know that. and these two boys- these jocks, really. i see them on the field sometimes and they're very popular. they walk up to my desk like they know me or something, but i think the only time they hear my name is when the teacher takes role or maybe from soda when he went to my school. but they were walking towards me and they stop at my desk, right? one of them puts his hand down and says he knows you and i say, 'dallas? you know dal?'

and he said, 'that's what i said, yeah?'

and i nod my head and he says you guys used to talk when he was a freshman because you were very confident and extreme and you bought them booze because you had a fake id and they didn't, so i just said 'cool' because i really didn't care. but then he says that he knows about us. and at first i don't care because it's not illegal. you're nineteen and i'm almost eighteen and we never do anything sexual so it's fine. albeit he doesn't know that we're not sexually active, but who is he to assume we are?

anyway, he tells me that i shouldn't be with a predator like you and i didn't like that word so i got kind of mad and i just looked at him all mad because you're so far from a disgusting predator.

but they liked seeing me mad i think because the other boy just tells me he gets why you're with me because pedophiles like high schoolers with a baby face. and that word made me mad so i stood up and they laughed a little and kept saying our relationship would end on my birthday because then i'd be legal.

and i got really really mad. and i- well i hit one of them and then i got really dizzy and i couldn't feel the floor and i tried to throw another punch but i think i missed and i think i started crying and that's what sent the teacher over." cade explained, his words bleeding into each other from the speed of his voice. "you're not a pedo, i know. i just wish they understood."

"jesus fuck, j," dal sighed, his hands sliding out of his pockets and onto the chair his boyfriend was on. "okay. i kind of wanna hit them now, too."

johnny laughed. "it was a nice feeling. until the teacher yelled at me."

"did you tell her what happened?"

"i was very dizzy," johnny mumbled, "i couldn't talk very well."

"i wish i was there. i could've helped you. i could've talked to them before you resorted to violence."

"yeah. because that's what you do. 'ya things out'. sure, babe."

dallas's lips connected with his boy's for a short moment before he retraced himself and said, "hey. i can be sweet," he whispered, replacing his mouth with his pointer finger and trailing it down j's chin. "anyways, sweets, don't waste your strength on someone so filthy, okay?"