Dallas Winston Has A Sister? (Outsiders Fanfic)

Stoned Zombie Boy, Literal Lady Killer, and Lame Pick-Up Line

        Pony glanced up from his drawing when he heard Tara come into the room.  She pulled her leather jacket off and threw it on the couch and then flopped down next to it.  Pony stared at her, because for once she wasn't wearing baggy boys clothes, and she looked even more beautiful.  She had a pair of girl's jeans on with a slightly higher waist, not the hip-hugger style of boy's jeans that she usually wore, and they were tighter fitting.  The form-fitted black tank top, along with the the pants, accentuated her usually unnoticeable curves.

        She let out an exasperated groan and leaned against the back of the couch, complaining, "I hate my friends sometimes.  Actually, most times," she added.

        Pony barely heard her and didn't answer, he was still too busy staring.  She looked so--girly, and he thought he liked it.  The next thing he knew, she was sitting on the edge of the coffee table in front of him, waving her hand in front of his face.

        "Hey, zombie boy, wake up," she said, and Pony only snapped out of his daze when she slapped him on the cheek.  Not hard, it didn't even hurt really, and he blinked at her a few times, still awestruck by how pretty she looked, before he realized she was talking to him.

        "Are you stoned or something Pony?" she asked and he broke into a grin.

        "Nah, I've just been getting high off of you," he said before he realized what he'd said.

        Tara stared at him for a few endless seconds with a look of utter disbelief and disgust on her face at how stupid what he'd just said was before asking, "Did Soda teach you that pick-up line?  Cause it's really lame," she said.

        Ponyboy felt his ears heat up as his face turned red.  That was a really stupid thing to have said, especially to her. "No," he answered abruptly.  "Well, maybe," he admitted shamefully.  "Let me try that again.  You look really nice today," he complimented her, trying to recuperate from his blunder.

        "You can thank Two-Bit and Steve for that one," she said sarcastically.

        "I was telling the truth," Pony pointed out defensively.

        "I know.  So was I.  Those two idiots decided to shove me in the river and I go soaking wet.  Kate let me borrow some of her clothes because Dally wouldn't let me go anywhere in mine, said I'd get pneumonia," she answered with her usual tone of dislike when mentioning her brother.

        "Kate owns black?  That's surprising," Pony commented with a grin, glancing Tara over once again.  Man did she look hot.

        "Only this," she gestured to the tank top, "she was going to give me a pink one but I refused," she added.

        "You would look good in pink," Pony said, cause at least he thought it was true though he'd never seen her wear anything pink before.  It would probably go good with her short wild brown hair.

        "My name is not Kate Matthews, and I do not fall under the category of Soc," she said with a smirk like she was just stating  fact.

        "You'd look good in just about anything," he said, more so cause it was true than because that's what you're supposed to say to your girlfriend, because Tara wouldn't care if he'd said she looks horrible in everything.

        "Like hell I would," she scoffed, "That's like saying I could wear a dead fish bikini and look like a supermodel," she retorted, coming up with the most random comparison ever.

        Pony grinned at her comparison despite its randomness, and, though he knew it would make her mad, said, "It'd be sexy.  I've never seen you wear a bikini before."

        Without hesitation, she smacked him upside the head and replied angrily, "Stop listening to every damn thing Soda says.  He's called a lady killer for a reason, every girl wants to commit suicide after meeting him," she made a jab at Sodapop.

        Pony laughed and she smirked before snatching his sketchbook from him and threatening to rip  a drawing of a horse riding into the sunset in two.  Pony chased after her, she was still smart-ass Tara Winston no matter what she was wearing.