Starboy - DarLas -The Outsiders

Chapter 13

I stretched the my sore back as I ran up to the Curtis house. After I had dropped Darry off, I just decided to sleep in an alleyway. Around two AM a storm rolled in, adding to my shitty luck. So, to sum things up, I slept out on the streets on a stormy night. And I'm pretty sure I looked the part. But I wasn't about to show my face at Buck or Tim's place with all the rumors floating around. That would have been a good way to get my head kicked in. Been there, done that. 

I sprinted towards the Curtis house, the only safe place where I could get out of the rain. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes and flipped my hair off of my eyes. I brushed any remaining grime off of my clothes, but ended up rubbing it in. The rain had only gotten heavier, and thunder crashed overhead. The rain came down, soaking through my t-shirt and jeans. My wet hair clung to my neck and forehead, dripping drops of water down my forehead and back. I'm glad I didn't have my jacket, it would have been ruined.

I couldn't stop thinking about last night. I had kissed Darry, and he had kissed back. I wonder how he felt about it. I sure felt great. I was nervous about seeing him today, it was going to be weird, no doubt.

Finally, I took a deep breath and opened the door to the Curtis house. I was greeted by the smell of bacon and chocolate cake. I looked over at Darry, who was in his usual spot, cooking breakfast in the kitchen. I looked around the room. It was still early, and no one else was up. I took advantage of the privacy and creeped up behind him. I then wrapped my arms around his torso and set my head on his shoulder. He tensed up for a short moment, then turned his head around to see who it was. He blushed and looked down when he saw me, and I smiled at him. Seeing him relaxed helped a lot. So things were awkward. Cool.

"Morning, Dal," He said, then returned to cooking breakfast. I let go of him, and he set the eggs on a plate by the sink, then started washing the pan. We stood there in an awkward silence for a while.

"Looks like you got caught in the rain," He stated.

"Yep," I chuckled.

"Did you get home okay last night?" Darry asked.

"Yeah, yeah I did, man," I lied. Actually, I made a point to distance myself from my place and I got about 30 minutes of sleep last night. But didn't want poor Darry worrying about me on top of everything else he had to worry about. Darry looked at me suspiciously and raised an eyebrow. He crossed his arms.

"Did you?" He messed with my hair, leaving it a wet demonstration of anarchy. He laughed a little, then sighed and shoved his hands in his pockets. "Tell me the truth," He complained, then looked up at me. I groaned and pinched the bridge of my nose. No point in hiding it.

"I slept in a back alleyway," I started, then saw Darry's shocked expression and continued, "But I'm fine! Nothing happened, really," I blurted out, "It was probably the most boring alleyway in America," which was also true. That didn't change anything about Darry's mood, though.

"Dal, you could have gotten hurt!" He yelled, "What if you got sick?!"

"But, I didn't!" I interrupted, "You don't have to worry so much about me, man," I said.

Darry sat down on the couch. "I know," he mumbled, "But I can't help but worry." He looked up at me, eyes full of concern. 

Things were quiet for a minute as we waited for the tension to pass, for something to happen. I decided to say something, to move on.

"You don't have to work today do you?" I asked, "I can't imagine having to roof houses in this weather."

Darry answered, "No, but I might work overtime this week to make up for it." He paused, thinking of something to say. He then looked up at me and chuckled a little. "Let's eat breakfast and get you cleaned up, Dal."

I sat on the couch, waiting for my clothes to dry. I had taken a hot shower and gotten changed. Darry had loaned me a pair of jeans for the sake of modesty, but he seemed to be lacking in clean shirts. I sat watching TV, waiting for Darry to get out of the shower. We had eaten breakfast with Pony and Soda and continued with the day. Nothing good was on tv, so I turned it off and sat back.

Darry came out of his room fully dressed and presentable, but his hair didn't have any grease in it. I watched him swat it out of his face several times before he combed it back with his fingers. He smiled and sat down next to me on the couch.

"Feelin' better, Dal?" He asked.

"Yeah, thanks a lot Darry," I replied, looping my arm around his shoulder. He spaced out and blushed for a second, then snapped back to reality and relaxed, looking at the TV in front of us. I grinned slyly.

"You think I'm sexyyyy," I teased in a singsong voice.

Darry whipped his head around to look at me, his cheeks turning pink. "No I don't!" He crossed his arms and pouted. I snickered.

"Yes you do, and you know I am," I taunted.

Darry blushed a deep shade of red. "You ain't sexy," He retorted, mimicking me on that last word. I pulled him on to my lap and grinned at him. He glared at me, but I was feeling too victorious. I only made myself comfortable on the couch, sitting criss-cross-applesauce.

"Please don't dick kick me again," I requested. That made Darry laugh.

"Don't worry, I won't," He chuckled. He adjusted himself so he wasn't sitting on my shins, but turned beet red when he realized he wasn't exactly making life any easier for him.

"I fucking hate you," he groaned.

"No you don't," I taunted.

That's when we heard a whistle and a quiet snickering.

We both looked in the direction of the sound and saw Pony and Soda standing in the kitchen doorway to our right. Darry practically launched himself off of me, falling to the floor and scrambling to his feet.

"Pony! Soda! Morning-" He panicked, trying to distract from the fact that they had walked in on him sitting on my lap.

"Darrel 'I don't like Dally' Curtis everybody," Soda teased. Darry looked up at the ceiling and exhaled impatiently.

"It's rainy out, y'all will want to leave before traffic-" Darry changed the subject again.

"Why, so you two can be alone?" Pony started, and Soda seemed to pick up on the memo. Only he took it a bit further.

"Ohh, Dally, ahh-" He moaned, an attempt at mocking his older brother. Darry shot Soda an icy look and he shut up.

"Come on, you two," Darry pleaded, clearly embarrassed. "Soda, can you drive Pony to school-"

"Alright, we'll leave, since you two want to jerk off so bad," Pony teased. The entire room went silent.

"Whoa, what?!" Darry questioned. Soda started laughing his dirty-minded ass off. Despite how humiliating it was on my behalf, I couldn't help but snicker at Ponyboy's innocence. 

"Pony, where did you hear that?" Darry demanded.

"Two-Bit," Pony replied. I heard Darry call Two-Bit an assortment of colorful names under his breath.

"Pony, do you know what that means?" Darry asked. He bent down and whispered in Pony's ear, and you could see the reality click in his head. He whispered back to Darry, and Darry's eyes went wide.

"What?! No I don't!" Darry shouted defensively. Soda was now laughing himself into the fourth dimension, and it was all I could do not to join him.

Darry corralled his little brothers and got them out the door, though it was a long and painful process for him.

Darry waved goodbye and shut the door, leaning against it and rubbing his eyes.

"Let's agree to never talk about that again."

Yeah... staying gold is ideal... to a point.

I apologize for the fact that this chapter is nothing but dirty jokes but I regret nothing.

Stay gold, stay alive, and power to the local dreamer.