the broken | dallas winston

(5) the two closest people in the world

"There's no way," Avery says in shock as us three girls stand in the kitchen. I roll my eyes as I light the cigarette between my lips. I have been home from the hospital one day and I am now just telling them about what happened the night of the accident.

"Believe or not but it happened, Av," I say with a smirk as I exhale the smoke from my mouth.

"So you're telling me," Lizzie says as she grabs a coke from the fridge. "Dallas Winston hugged you. Like wrapped his arms around you kinda thing."

"Yeah smart ass," I say as I playfully shove her away from me, making me laugh. "You better not say anything or the gang will kill me, well besides Darry."

"Yeah right," Avery says as we walk into the living room. "You're probably all he talks about. I mean he already undresses you with his eyes every time he sees you!"

"Avery!" I say as I smack her arm, making the two girls laugh. I freeze in my spot when I see Two, Dally, and Johnny sitting in the living room.

"Oh shit," I hear Lizzie whisper to myself. I probably would have laughed if I wasn't on the verge of throwing up all over my converse. Johnny just sits there minding his own business but Two-bit is arching a brow at us and Dally is smirking his famous smirk. My eyes go wide, if they heard us I will actually run straight out of this home and never return home.

"Now who is undressing Scar with their eyes?" Two asks sarcastically as he crosses his arms over his chest. "I bet the Curtis brothers would love tp hear about this."

"Shut up, Two," I say rolling my eyes as I walk over to the ash tray in the middle of the table. "Av was joking."

"Yeah right," Two says back with a laugh, making me punch him in the arm.

"I don't really feel like having the talk from my brothers again," I say, making everyone laugh. "So please for the love of god, do not say anything to them."

"I might just have to," Two says as he attempts to walk up the stairs but I beat him to it and throw my arms around his neck, pulling him to the ground. He laughs as he flips me over to where he is on top of me.

"God, Lizzie," I call out to Lizzie as I struggle under Two's tight grasp. "Get your brother off of me!"

"You're on your own, Scar!" She calls out from the couch as she laughs loudly. I roll my eyes as I try and flip Two off of me but there's no use, he's a lot stronger than me. I hear footsteps coming down the steps and I instantly know it's Pony.

"Pony!" I call out for him. "Help!"

All of a sudden, Two flies forward and I laugh when I see Pony jump on top of him. Pony is always willing to help me out when one of the boys want to be an asshole. I join in on the wrestling for a little when I hear a knock on the door.

"I got it!" I yell as I jump up and walk to the door. I opened the door and my heart instantly drops to the pit of my stomach when I see Mikey's older brother standing on the front porch. It takes me a couple minutes before I can talk to him but Dallas beats me to it.

"Who the hell are you?" Dally asks as he steps in front of me. I roll my eyes and gently push his body back. Dallas Winston was never this protective of me.

"He's a friend," I whisper to him. Dally doesn't say anything, he just walks off. I sigh as I step out onto the porch and close the door behind me. The two of us sit down on the steps in silence. I take another cigarette out of the box and pull my lighter out, knowing I won't be able to get through this conversation without one. I light the cancer stick and breathe in before he turns to me.

"I don't blame ya, kid," He says softly. "Don't even think it was your fault."

"Bob Sheldon was the one who crashed into me," I admit as I keep my eyes on my white converse. I can't look at Matthew Devereux without breaking down. I'm the reason his brother is dead.

"Not surprised," He says as he grabs a cigarette from his pocket and lights it between his lips. "He was always giving you guys a hard time ever since what went down with your little brother. Bob's a real asshole."

"I know, Matt," I tell him. I look up and we make eye contact for the first time. I swallow the lump in my throat hoping that I won't cry. Matthew looks just as broken as I feel but I know he is hiding it for my sake. He looks like he hasn't slept since the accident and his puffy eyes shows he's been crying too.

"My mom wants you to do the eulogy at the funeral Friday," He says suddenly. I look at him with wide eyes. I don't think I have the guts to speak about Mikey in front of a bunch of people.

"Are you sure?" I ask looking at him scared. "I don't think I can do it. Feelings aren't really my thing, there's gonna be a lot of people."

"Showing your feelings don't make you weak and you need to realize that," He says as he points a finger at me. I sigh in defeat and shake my head. "Besides, Mikey would want you to do it."

I look over at him and see the tears forming in his eyes. I bite my lip and look away as I try to not cry myself.

"You were the closet person in the world to him," He says with a small laugh. "He loved you more than anyone, even more than me and our parents."

"We really were the two closest people in the world," I say with a small smile as I think of my best friend. I have always been close to my brothers but there were even things I didn't want them to known and when that was the case, I went to Mikey. Mikey was my person, he'll always be my person. He was one of the very few people who I shared my emotions with. He was there for me when my parents died, when I thought I was gonna lose my little brother and my friends, when I found out Dally had a girl and was a typical teenage girl and cried about it. He was always there for me no matter what was going on, always there to make sure I was okay, and always protected me against everything and everyone. I could cry to him and he would never think anything less of me. He always thought I was tough even when I was broken beyond repair.

"Yeah, man. I'll do it," I tell him. "I'll do it for Mikey."