REBEL YELL.

❝Yeah, I’m fine. Real tired is all.❞ It’s easier than explaining everything feels wrong and the world seems to be shifting under his feet. He hates feeling like this but when Dally is around it’s somehow worse. Johnny always feels like Dally can protect himself from anything but one’s own emotions is their battle alone and he always seems to be losing. Perhaps they’ll go back to wherever they’re crashing and he’ll get a good night’s sleep and wake up alright tomorrow. It doesn’t solve anything but a great majority of his problems remain unsolved.

❝You didn’t pay your tab.❞ It’s not that interesting but it gives him something to think about other than how miserable he is. ❝Guess we ain’t coming back here again.❞ 

      dally laughs bitterly. another bar crossed off the list of bars dallas winston is allowed in. nearly every bar in tulsa knew who he was, and hated him. some of them, he couldn’t even go near without the cops being called. it was kind of funny, but very inconvenient.

      ‘   yeah, guess not.   ’   a pause, and he looks at johnny worriedly. since they started getting closer, it had become easier and easier for dally to tell when something was bothering johnny. just the look on his face was usually a dead giveaway.

@lawfought

“It can get kinda boring here, so there are usually parties to go to on the weekend.” Brooke explained quietly. It was typical of a Friday at Middle Borough High School for the popular kids to be planning out the parties. This weekend the main location was Chloe’s place. Her parents were away on an anniversary cruise and she had the whole place to herself. “You should totally stop by.” Though her smile was flirtatious, there was a sense of sincerity in her words. “Chloe’s dad always leaves the liquor cabinet unlocked and Jake always brings enough weed to share.” She offered optimistically. 

      usually dallas wouldn’t be bothered to go to parties, or to even hang around popular kids at all. in his opinion, popular kids were stuck-up, bratty, and just plain awful. but brooke was nice enough, and he appreciated the effort she went into to make him feel a little more welcome. even if he hated the popular kids, he loved liquor, and weed. and he figured he might as well take the opportunity to scope out the students.

a sigh. what else could darry do in the face of a sinner ? a sinner that he called his friend. his family, in a way. his paternal instincts kicked in, disappointed in a stupid child who went in way over his head. like another ponyboy, but worse. darry shifted in his chair and folded his hands in his lap. he remained stoic, yet deeply disturbed. he managed to forget any sort of pity and cleared his throat. “there’s blood on your jacket, dallas.” he said. anger rose from his chest into his voice. somehow his voice didn’t waver, or somehow didn’t threaten to just yet. “what the hell did you do this time ?” // @lawfought

for a fleeting moment, dally was actually confused. then he followed darry’s gaze to the bloodstain on his jacket, and he remembered. nimble fingers run through white-blond hair, and he lets out a bitter laugh. why should darry care what he was getting himself into? all the others appreciated his caring nature, but it only grated on dallas.