"Bye," I called to the boys and closed the door. I saw my brother, Johnny, way ahead of me. I ran to catch up with him, and saw him smirking at me.
"What?" I asked, laughing.
"I saw the way you looked at him before we left," he teased.
"Shut your trap, Johnny," I mumbled, blushing.
"You always look at him with that same blasted expression, you know you do," Johnny chuckled.
"Yeah? Well, at least I don't have a thing for some Socy cheerleader," I snarked.
"I do not have a thing for Valerie," he lied, his cheeks turning a rosy red color.
"Yeah right. You always blush when you talk about that breeze," I said.
"Yeah, she is a breeze, ain't she?"
"Hell yeah, you got to be when you want to be a prissy cheerleader," I told him, rolling my eyes.
"Yeah..." he mumbled. We both knew Johnny didn't have a chance with Valerie. He's a great boy, sweet, kind, handsome, and has a great heart. But, Socs don't dig Greasers. They don't bum around with us hoods, we don't mix. They stay in their turf, we stay in ours. Well, most of the time.
"Hey, John', y/n!" I heard someone call from behind us. I turn around and see Dally strutting over to us, smoking a cigarette.
"Oh, hi, Dal'," Johnny said, shyly. Johnny looks up to Dally so much, he talks about him all the time. Probably as much as he does Valarie. I don't dig Dally so much, I think he's a bad influence on Johnny, but sometimes he's alright.
"What y'all doing bummin' around over here?" Dally asked.
"Goin' home," I answered.
"Which place tonight, huh?" Dally asked, and started laughing. Johnny laughed along with him, but I didn't. He was taking a crack at us being homeless, but that's a whole different story.
"Aw, lone it, Dal'. You're homeless too, did ya forget?" I shouted.
"Nah, man. Not anymore. Payin' rent at Buck Merrill's ol' place. It's cheap, I get a whole room to myself," Dally informed us, "plus, whenever there's a party, I go downstairs and got hot broads all over me."
"Buck Merrill? Ain't that kinda far from here?" Johnny asked.
"Just a couple miles," Dally answered.
"How do you get down there?" Johnny inquired.
"Usually walk, sometimes I lift Buck's car to get into town," Dally said, taking a puff on his cigarette.
"Well, Dal', we better go, unless you want to go sleep in the lot with us," I said, somewhat impolitely.
"I'm sorry if I was offending you talking to my dear friend Johnny here, but I'll leave," Dally said, acting offended.
"Cool it, Dallas, we just gotta get outta here before sundown, savvy?" I argued.
"Nah, I get it, man. I'll see y'all later. Hey, you still got that blade on ya, right, Johnny?" Dally asked.
Johnny nodded, shyly.
"Good. I'll catch you later," Dally said and walked off.
"Bye, Dally!" Johnny called.
We turned back and headed on our way to the lot.
"What do you got against Dally?" Johnny asked me.
"He's a bad influence," I mumbled, kicking a rock.
"Ah, come on, y/n, he's alright. Sure he's been in and out of the cooler a couple of times, but he's okay," Johnny convinced.
