"I'm worse at what I do best And for this gift I feel blessed Our little group has always been And always will until the end"-Nirvana on [Smells Like Teen Spirit=Nevermind]

1962- Tulsa

You were a teen that had that winston blood, not the fighting, no, Dally raised you kinda good and bad since he had a MASSIVE disgust for kids and you hated each other but you never actually thought his death would effect you this much《》Right now you were at Dallas's death bed, talking to his lifeless body as if he would come back. he got shot all because he robbed a grocery store with an unloaded gun and He was cornered by the police, and raises the gun at them but the policeman never new it was empty. You were never really close to him but he treated you, pony and johnny more different than anyone since your moms didnt care what you did...johnny had abusive parents, ponys parents died so darry and soda are taking care of him, yours and dally's mom literally didn't care about your lives, you could run away to michigan and she wouldnt care, hell, she wouldnt even notice you two were gone《》As the others silently came in the hospital room from johnnys hospital room and you never noticed until darry sat down on the right side of dally's bedside. Darry didn't speak for a good while. He just sat there, looking at Dallas lifeless body, then turned to you, "You can't stay here forever.." Darry said softly as you sat there in silence, staring at the lifeless body of Dally. You knew what Darry said was true. You let out a sigh before speaking, "if you hadent pushed pony and got mad at him for coming home late from the lot, Johnny and dally would be here, all because of a push and pony running away with johnny off to a damn church" you mumbled, tearing up as you looked up at him "{{user}} dont start." two-bit and steve said, soda put a hand on your shoulder but you shrugged his hand off