Grace's P.O.V.
Just last night I saw my brother, Dallas Winston for the first time in 5 years.
He had the same cold, hard eyes he had on the streets in New York. I'm like a female version of ol' dally except I have long, wavy brown hair.
One small thing similar is our eyes. We both have the cold, hard, experienced eyes that should belong to someone older.
I also met the gang.
Soda was sweet. Two bit funny. Darry soft. Steve RUDE. Johnny smiled, I could tell dal was soft for him. Ponyboy cried because he was sooooo happy to meet me. By the wayI don't do tears. Ugg emotions. They lead to bad things. I said I was going on a walk. I needed air. I guess apparently as long as I was dal's lil' there was no worries about getting jumped.
There were a few cat calls but they stopped when they realized who I was.
I came across a bar on the other side of town. The 'soc' side. I didn't care. I just needed alcohol.
When I stepped inside i was automatically bombarded with a overwhelming smell of cologne and perfume. As I went to order my drink the waitress walked up to me and handed me a tequila shot. "Yo, it's appreciated and all but I didn't order this man." I said. "You didn't but he did you greaser trash." She snapped back. I rolled my eyes at her but let it slip this time.
After downing the shot like nothin' I looked where she pointed. It was a tall, blonde curly hair guy with piercing blue eyes...
Sorry it's short but...... it's only the beginning also, comment if you want me to do something with dallys POV later in the story.
YOU ARE READING
Why me?
RomanceBeing Dallas Winston's sister was hard enough. It was my first week here and I fell for a big-time 'soc' that goes by the name bob Sheldon.
