𝙎𝙩𝙪𝙘𝙠 𝙒𝙞𝙩𝙝 𝙈𝙚 ⋆ 𝘿𝙖𝙡𝙡𝙮𝙗𝙤𝙮

22

Ponyboy's POV

A couple days have passed and Dally and I had made a lot of friends. We stopped wearing our horrific uniforms because we are a bunch badasses. We do get yelled at a lot but we could get away with it. I was wearing my purple jacket with a white shirt underneath and jeans. I walked out the school to go to a nearby store where I could get a pack of cigarettes. I bought two since Dally needed some.

At age 14 I was really addicted. I started to smoke one before I could even get out the store. I shoved the pack of cigs in the pocket of my jacket. I got on a bike I pretty much "borrowed" from a random kid. I started biking my way back to school. I got off the bike and went into the dorms I went into our shared room and tossed Dally the cancer-sticks.

I took a puff of my cigarette. Eventually I took the stick out of my mouth and crushed it on my hand over the trash. Is that weird? "The rumble is tomorrow, Pony. Are we bringing any weapons?" He says, getting off his bed. I hummed and think. "I mean of course or we could get seriously injured. I don't know why people are breaking the fucking rules but if we don't go... what happens if we don't go anyway?" I look through my closet for weapons.

"I don't know but obviously they will think we are losers." Dally rolls his eyes. "Maybe a.... ummm.... a stick and you bring a gun to scare them but don't use it because that's still not allowed." I told him. He nods. I looked at a random stick in my closet maybe I'll use that.

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Since it was the weekends the gates were open the whole day and no classes today. Dally told me that there was a party at bucks tonight. I hesitated to going or not. I never went to parties. I was a nobody. Never invited anywhere and this time I get to have fun so I decided to take that chance and go. I had to wait until 5 more hours though.

I could only imagine the party becoming a disaster. Like what happened at the Halloween dance two months ago. I don't wanna go back to those days though especially when that's the same day where me and Curly got together. It made me think about the day we met. Curly and I met in Geography class since we had to partner up and do something together and got closer once we knew that Dally was both of our friends. But that was also the time where I thought he considered me a friend but did not.

Anyway, before I get into deep stuff, I put my money in the vending machine and picked up a root beer. I'll never get tired of this drink! I sipped some and walked outside. I had no idea where Dally was right now since I knew he made some friends. It made me a bit upset to know that I'm not the only guy he's hanging out with. I'm probably just a friend to him that's all while I call him the best guy in the world.

He did say that I was the best person he ever met but that could've all changed in a span of 3 day. I've met Dally's new friends and they're funny. Probably funnier than I'll ever be and hot. Super hot. Dally would never go out with a guy like me either. If he even is gay? I hate myself ugh. It's like I'm just coming after straight guys and being gay is contagious.

Then like Dally is gonna go gay because I made him gay. Can you actually go gay for someone? If you're straight can you like the same gender for only one person? Whatever. I lift up the can to my mouth again but it was already empty so I threw it in the recycling. How many root beers have a drank already?

I could come to my friends but I'll just be alone for now like I most of the time like being.

During the five hours I used that time to sing to myself in the dorm room. I was a terrible singer in my opinion but it helped me calm down about anything. Helps me with my anxiety. I started drawing and writing. I read of course. I read a book about two best friends who did everything together then in the end they became a thing. I wish I was I living in a book like that.

When I was close and near the time I should get to the party I took Dally's motorcycle there since Dally said that he'd be there before me and he needed the motorcycle. I got on the motorcycle getting a little nervous. I put on the helmet. I was afraid of crashing and hurting myself and getting his motorcycle damaged. I don't know why he trusts me with these things.

I look like a wannabe on this bike. I started driving it and I almost fell, unprepared by the how fast this shit could go. Eventually I got use to the speed and drove to where I needed to go. When I made it there, I parked the motorcycle into the alleyway and the helmet was set on wherever the fuck.

The door was locked so I knocked harshly since the music was extremely loud. The door was answered by this taller guy. I assumed it was Buck. Don't know who the hell he was but he looked like a Buck so why the hell not? "Who are you?" He eyed me head to toe. "I'm Dally's friend and he said I can come in the party." I told him. "Oh okay he's just upstairs." He says and I nodded. I got in and headed upstairs. When I went into the room he was just looking around and sitting on the bed.

"What's up Dally?" I sat next to him. "Shouldn't we be downstairs since that's the party." I looked at him. He takes a sip of a bottle. The name of it was 'Le Chat Rouge' interesting. Too lazy to look up what that means. I'm assuming he's drunk. I had nothing to do since he just sat there and moved a bit. "Who drinks this shit?" He says and throws the bottle, smashing on the wall and shatters of glass went on the floor. I flinched.

"I think we should go.." I told him. "Nah I'll just stay here. You can bring my bike back I'll get a ride somewhere." Dally tells me. I wanted to say to him I wanted to stay with him but it would made sense if I headed out. I wanted him to go to bed before I left. I just watched him. Before I thought about getting up, Dally holds me by my forearm and I looked at him.

"I think I love you." He mumbles sleepily. Did I hear that right? Am I actually hearing this right now. My eyes widened and I jumped. "What? Like as a friend or something more?" I asked.

He sat up more slightly. "Like this." He says softly and kisses me on the cheek. At that moment, I wanted to scream. I wanted to ask him to kiss me on the cheek another time. His lips were chapped and far from soft than my cheek but I was still surprised. I wanted to admit my feelings for him too but I don't know if he was being serious or not.

"I love you too Dally." I confessed hoarsely. He giggled. "Really?"
I nodded. "Uh-Yeah." I said.
"Anyway you should get to sleep now." I told him.

"Okay goodnight, I hope you know I wasn't drunk, I do love you Pony." Dally's smile, never fading. This just freaked me out more. Wow I'm flattered and shocked. He actually likes me?! Dallas Winston the greaser, likes nobody Ponyboy Curtis??? Sounds like a joke.

"And I'm not trying to make you feel better. I love you too Dally."