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Curtis sister X Dal (lectures)

Y/n's POV (14 years old)
I was home all by myself today. Darry, Steve, and Soda were working, Pony and Johnny went to a movie, Twobit was doing god knows what, and Dallas was probably causing trouble. I like having the house to myself, nobody around to annoy me.

I was sitting on the couch watching some dumb beach movie when I heard the front door open beside me. "Hey"-when I friend to look at whoever it was, I saw Dal with a beat up face-"what happened Dal?" I ask.

"Shepard and I got into a fight. Fuzz showed. I punched one of them in the face and ran" he explains. I don't say anything, but instead go to the kitchen and grab some first aid things to clean him up.

That was kinda my thing around here, patching up boys. Whenever one of the boys get into a fight, or after a rumble, I'm the one who cleans them up. That's probably why Dal came here.

I walk back out to the living room with a wet clothe, some bandaids, alcohol, and some gauze. I sit beside and Dal, while he's leans back against the couch. "Sit up" I say taking the gauze and pouring some alcohol on it. He does as he's told and sits up.

"This will probably sting a little" I say with a cringe face. He nods, as I push the gauze against his cuts. He sucks in his breathe as I do so.

After I'm done cleaning the cuts, I put bandaids over them. I examine his black eye and wince "looks like Tim hooked ya pretty good there" I say.

He chuckles under his breathe. "You should see him. Probably has a broken arm" he smirks.

"Wouldn't doubt it" I reply.

I start cleaning up the bandaid wrappers and stuff "there ya go, all better" I smile.

"Thanks, Y/n" he says. I nod before bringing all the first aid things back to the kitchen. After putting the stuff back where it belongs, I walk back out into the living room and take a seat beside Dal.

"You gotta stop getting into these fights. Your gonna end up back in the cooler and we all need you here, especially Johnny and I" I say being serious.

He turns to me. "How?" He asks.

"What do mean how?" I ask confused.

"How am I suppose to stop getting into fights man? It's the only thing I'm good at. I ain't good at school, ya know...or I don't got nothing better to do" he shrugs.

"One, you got the gang and I to hang out with. And ya, sure your good at fighting, but you also got some sense in here, Believe it or not" I say as I playfully poke his head.

He chuckles "you're just like your mom" he says.

"What do ya mean?" I ask.

"When ever I got into a fight, your mom would always give me a lecture, man" he explains.

I smile at the thought "Well, she was right to. Everybody needs one once a while, even Dallas Winston" I lean my head on his shoulder.

"I know.." he mutters. I sigh. Eventually, we both ended up falling asleep.