Headed Back to the Past [discontinued]

Ch 4 || Bucks

Johnnys P.O.V.

"Man it was bent they were drownin' you, and she came outta nowhere and scared the shit of Bob, nearly shot him," I was recounting the events to PonyBoy "Then she started doing this thing called C.P.R. to you while hummin' to an odd song and then brought you back to life" We reached the lot again.

"I think imma crash here tonight JohnnyCakes, I don't know if it's still good to go home," Pony said laying next to the somehow still blazing with an orange light I sat next to him. Pony nodded off almost instantly, but I sat there and thought about Tay, what an odd name and the way she acted and carried herself was strange. I knew she came from new york the second that I heard her speak, mainly because Dally's accent was very similar, after a while, I nodded off too.

Taylors P.O.V

I had finally arrived at bucks, it was a square brick building in the middle of nowhere it was lit up the sounds of music and drinking and had a few neon signs, I knocked on the door, and a man that looked about 25 opened it.

"Hi uh are you Buck?" I asked standing there awkwardly

"Yeah whaddya want, kid?" he said in a low growl.

"I-uh I heard you let people stay here and I need a room," I said, and he laughed dryly.

"Yes, to certain people," He nodded to an orange car pulling up "but not little kids" he tried to shut the door, but I stopped it he glared at me.

"Listen, Mr.Merreil or whatever your name is; I'll pay as much as you want, just let me have a room" I Pleaded he huffed and turned his attention to something behind.

"Dally, Sorry about the child come in" I turned around to see a tall guy with brown hair, wearing a leather jacket dark blue jeans and boots, I slinked away and mumbled sorry.

"The kid's with me," he said, and I looked up at him, I don't know why but I felt like I could trust him so when buck looked at me, I just nodded. Buck reluctantly stepped aside, and I followed Dally up the stairs past all the people, he shut and locked the door and turned to me.

"Wh-what the" I stammered, "What are you going to do to me?" I finally asked he chuckled and shook his head.

"I don't hold with rape," he said, my eyebrows furrowed, My stomach churned, I had no idea what he was going to do to me, but I felt no longer could trust him.

"Then why did you invite me in, I don't understand. who are you?" I asked, he pulled off his jacket and threw it over a chair

"Dallas Winston" he held out his hands and my face dropped, Holy shit, Memories flooded back to me of my grandfather telling me stories of how he and his cousin Dallas Winston used to steal cars, rob banks and hide dead bodies in new york during the early 60s. I remembered my favourite story about him, His friends Ponyboy and Johnathon Killed a bunch murderers Ten days or so before thanksgiving of 1965 and hid out in a church for a week before it burned down. Johnathon died in a fire and Dallas couldn't handle it and got himself shot. This was the same Dallas Winston, That was the same Ponyboy and Johnathon back at the park, and I just changed history itself. What did I do? What will change? I know than Johnny and Dallas will live longer, I hope.

"You okay?" Dallas asked, breaking me out of my thoughts, I nodded "Your from New York, right?" I bit my lip; I remembered something Jessie had told me about making people believe your lies; Tell as much of the truth as you can, enough to make it sound believable but not too much to reveal yourself

"Yeah, I'm uhh Taylor Murphy but call me Tay, people only call me Taylor unless they want to piss me off," I said a little too quickly he laughed.

"Murphy? Like Micheal Murphy? are you two related? " he asked, he was talking about my grandfather, I nodded

"yeah he's my paternal Half brother," I said, I knew that My great grandfather fucked a lot of girls and had a lot of children with a lot of different girls "So you're from new york too? what parts?" I asked sitting on the bed

"The east village, You?"

"The poorest part of the Lower east side," I said, Dallas checked his watch.

"Holy shit it three in the morning, You get some rest," he said "You can take the bed" he offered I pulled off my jacket and shoes and jumped into the bed, he left the room to go drink and turned off the lights, I fell asleep almost instantly and dreamed of my old life. It's weird to think that, in my mind, less than 12 hours ago I was living in new york in 2019 and know I was 54 years in the past in Motherfucking Tulsa Oklahoma, 1965.

I woke up and looked over and the small couch across the room where Dallas was sleeping I looked at his watch it read 10 am, I quickly got out of bed and pulled on my shoes and jacket trying not to wake Dallas. But he woke up when I opened the door.

"Mhmm, Where are you goin'," he asked sleepily looking at me. I opened my mouth to speak, but no words came out, he chuckled.

"I'm kidding, I hope you find a proper place to stay, Tay, but if you can't find me and I'll help you," he said

"Where can I find you?" I asked I was somehow getting comfortable with Dallas; he seemed nice

"Around. You'll know where I am, people usually do" he said cockily, I started to leave but before I could. He got up and handed me two bottles of water, I smiled at him and nodded and walked out then skated away. I quietly sang the song 'Can't Hold Us' by Macklemore. I thought how weird this is that I'm singing a song that won't be released for another forty-seven years, and how kids who are currently 'my age' will be at least sixty-one when this song is released and how when I am born they will be at least fifty-three.

I was skating, feeling free, doing a few tricks here and there and living in my favourite time in history: The 60s. This was what you called living life, But I was then passed by a blue mustang, Fuck.