Reader x Dallas Winston x Sodapop Curtis

𝒞𝒽𝒶𝓅𝓉𝑒𝓇 𝟫 - 𝒥𝑜𝒽𝓃𝓃𝓎𝒸𝒶𝓀𝑒𝓈

"She came to the lot the day Two-bit was jumped," Dally said "Sheperd and some of our outfits were hanging out when she drove up in her little ol' sting ray. That sure took a lot of nerve. Man, next time I want a broad I'll pick up my own kind. She sure hates me I offered to take her to the Dingo and she told me where I should go in very polite terms." I heard Ponyboy mutter something to himself and then he looked uncomfortable, so I asked if I could talk to him away from Dally. We got out of the car and walked over to a corner of the parking lot. "Is there something you're not telling me Pony?" I asked,

"No...well," he was looking down and wouldn't look me in the eyes, "Cherry told me something, and I didn't want you to get mad so..."

"Tell me Pony," I said, I hated her enough as it was.

"She said if she ever saw Dally again she might...fall in love with him," I was shocked, I just stood there staring at Pony, Cherry hated Dally. Then I noticed Ponyboy, he had his head down and tears in his eyes, he had been through enough. I gave him a big hug and at first he was surprised then he returned it as Dally called, "Time to go Lovebirds," I turned bright red and Ponyboy did too,

"It's not like that," Pony said, I walked over and hopped in the car smiling at him.

As we drove off I couldn't help but think about Cherry and how Bob's death must have affected her, she was a nice girl, pretty, and loved my brother, and apparently Dallas. As if hearing his name in my head Dally looked over at me, "Now, what did Pony tell you? You sure look mad." I heard him laugh in the backseat, glad somebody was happy. "Man, what do they do for kicks around here, checkers?" Dally continued, "I ain't never been in the country before, have y'all?"

"Dad used to take us all hunting," Ponyboy started, we talked about our families, well me and Pony did. Johnny's old man beat him, Ponyboy's folks kicked the bucket in an auto wreck 3 months ago, and Dally's old man, only God knows where he's at. All the sudden Johnny spoke "We're going back and turning ourselves in," Dally choked on his food, then swore a while. Ponyboy and I stayed silent, we made eye contact a few times I gave him a warning look and he would roll his eyes or look at the floor of the car. "What?" Dally eventually said, 

"I said we're going back and turning ourselves in," Johnny repeated quietly "I got a good chance of being let off easy. I ain't got no record with the fuzz and it was self-defense. Ponyboy, y/n, and Cherry can testify to that, plus I don't aim to stay in that church my whole life." That was quite the speech for Johnny, he was really scared of the police and I could tell just the thought of them made him shake. "We won't tell them you helped us, Dal, and we'll give you the gun back and what's left of the money and say we hitchhiked back so you won't get in trouble, okay? We wouldn't want you to get hauled in again." Johnny stopped and hung his head, he really looked up to ol' Dallas. I looked over at him, then back at Dally, "It ain't fair for Pony to be cooped up in that church, or Johnny. I bet Johnny folks are worried and Soda or Darry's gotta be scared to death, I don't guess my folks are worried about me or anything?" I continued, I knew my old man didn't care where I was, but I thought there was still a chance. "The boys are worried," Dally said "Sodapop and Two-Bit were thinking about going to Texas to look for y'all, I wouldn't blame 'em I would to if I didn't know you were okay-" I interrupted him.

"Did they ask about me?"

"No," Dally snapped, "they didn't. Blast it, y/n, what do they matter? Shoot, my old man don't give a hang whether I'm in jail or dead in a car wreck or drunk in the gutter. That don't bother me none." I looked up at him,

"Dally, come on, you know it bothers you..." He cussed at me, I was almost crying, but I knew you shouldn't cry in front of Dally. I just sat there silently, what else was I supposed to do. Dally looked at me he looked a bit remorseful, I didnt believe that Dallas Winston was never sorry for anything. As we turned to drive up the hill I stopped, the church was on fire.