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DALLY INVITED johnny, ponyboy, and i to the drive in again, and i obviously said yes. the drive in wasn't very crowded, so we all got the second row for seats, which was pretty nice. i saw a silhouette of two people sit in front of us and as they sat down, i could see the red hair of a girl i knew fondly.
cherry fucking valance.this girl really has to be everywhere i am. it made me even more angry that dallas was flirting with her. another girl. he said that he wouldn't do as much, at least i thought.
seeing this in front of my eyes made my blood boil. i tugged on dallas's jacket and gave him a stern glare.
he raised one eyebrow and sat back in his chair, grumbling.
is he really mad that i gestured him to stop when he promised he wouldn't flirt with other girls?
i can't believe him right now."i'm gonna go get a coke, anyone wanna come?" i said, stomping up. johnny turned his head towards me and stood up. i grinned at him and motioned him to follow me. johnny was honestly my favorite, he was so caring and quiet. i love his personality.
"you seem off, lyd. somethin' up?" he said, breaking the silence. i sighed deeply.
it's johnny, i can trust him. he'll listen, he won't judge me.
i told him everything, from dallas to how depressed i felt, and he just listened to me. that's why i loved johnny."oh, well i'm sorry you feel that way. if you ever do have those moments again, we can always meet in the lot or something. as for dallas, that's dallas. to be honest though, i really think he likes you. his flirt with other girls is different from how he flirts with you. like he's genuine with you."
is he really? to me, it seemed as if he was just trying to toy with my feelings. i shrugged, then hugged johnny.
"thanks, johnny." i said curtly.
"mhm, anytime." he said, grinning.after we got the coke, i sat down next to johnny, and talked with him, laughed with him, and had a good time. i finally could ignore that dumb redhead trying to get with dallas.
D A L L A S
what the hell. why is she rubbing up to johnny? i know johnny is my buddy, but why would he be like this? i know that he has no clue, but i genuinely like lydia. i feel like a jerk because i can't help but flirt with broads, but why?
that broad actually ended up throwing her coke that i got her in my face. jeez, was she a handful to flirt with. kind of a jerk too, although very attractive. i could see the slight pain in lydia's face but i ignored it.
L Y D I A
johnny, ponyboy, and i went to the lot. we all laid on an old couch-like seat there. johnny started a fire, and we just sat there.
"there must be some place without greasers and soc's. just plain ordinary people." johnny said, while looking up at the stars.
"it's like that out in the country." ponyboy responded, before they both dozed off to sleep.i tried sleeping, but i couldn't. my mind was still running and i kept thoughts in my head so i just stared at the stars. ponyboy was the one who got me interested in sunsets and stars.
about three hours later, i could hear ponyboy getting up to go back home, but i acted as if i was asleep, not wanting to move. i guess he gave up and went home. i laid there with johnny, and i guess he was awake because he said
"aren't you gonna go home? it's cold out here."
"nah, don't wanna get up." i said lazily. about 15 minutes later, ponyboy came running back to us.
"c'mon guys, we're running away!"
before any of us could say another word, we were all running off to the park. ponyboy needed to calm down, because darry hit him. we sat on top of one of the big toys at the park, smoking."ponyboy you can't be serious, you can't run away because darry hit you." i said, staring at him.
"c'mon let's go back, we're all gonna freeze to death, and darry's gonna be even more angry if we get sick." i said, climbing off the big toys in the playground.
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Romance"IN WHICH SHE WAS HIS CANDY." "sorrow turns to joy, but just for him." dallas winston fan fiction ✧・゚: *✧・゚:* 🚬 *:・゚✧*:・゚✧ #1 on #ralphmacchio #1 on #roblowe #2 on #mattdillon storyline by -todorokishoe mature language and possible triggers