Dally's Little Sister Pt.3
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Dally was a hard guy who really didn’t care about much but despite all that he had been through, deep down he was still just a kid. And that kid wanted a family. It’s why Dally always stayed so loyal to the guys and it’s why-despite what he tells his friends-he’s interested in knowing his sister. Most people even his friends would think he wouldn’t care about stuff like that but then again most of them at least know what it’s like to have parents. Even if some of them aren’t so great. That’s why Dally always got along so well with Johnny. Most of the guys in the gang had at least had one half way decent parent in their life time except Johnny. And Dally figured the one that could most understand what it was like having no parents is the one who had two no good parents.
He had been thinking a lot about family ever since Bea invited Dally and Steve, and all the other guys over to her house for dinner. She wanted a way to thank Steve for fixing her bike for free and she had started becoming friends with Ponyboy and Johnny after seeing them around school a little more. She even started talking to Two-Bit who loved to make her laugh more than anyone. She figured dinner at her house would be a nice way to really become friends with these guys while showing her appreciation for all that they had done for her at the same time. She invited Darry and Sodapop too because she knew how close all the guys were and didn’t want to leave anybody out.
She also really wanted to thank Dally in person for what he did for her. The next day at school after Steve had fixed her bike and she had fought with Dally she saw one of the guys that used to ruin her tires with a black eye and one of the others had a split lip. None of them could make eye contact with her in the hall and the youngest one even came up to her in the hall to give her a quick and timid apology.
She knew it was Dally who did that but she could not figure out why him- or any of those guys for that matter- had taken such an interest in helping her. But still while she didn’t generally condone violence she appreciated the thought behind his actions.
The night of the dinner was Saturday because her parents always had date night on Saturday. They knew she had friends coming over that were all boys but they truly trusted their daughter to make good decisions and didn’t mind that they were coming.
The night was going well. Bea had set up the backyard so they could all sit around a fire and eat. She was a really good cook and they were all surprised to find out the pizzas she had were homemade. When she brought out the chocolate cake they all just about wanted to marry her right then and there.
Dally excused himself inside to use the bathroom but it was just an excuse so he could look around their house a bit. He couldn’t help it. Since he couldn’t bring himself to tell her and ask about her life he wanted to snoop and see if he could find any pictures of her from when she was a kid. When he stepped into a room that was painted bright yellow and was covered with flowers and books he knew it must be hers. He tried to leave, the last thing he wanted was to invade her privacy, but something on her dresser caught his eye. He walked over to take a closer look and there it was. A picture of him from when he was a kid. It was all worn out and it looked like it had been crumpled to the point where Dally wouldn’t have recognized himself if it weren’t for his mom in the background.
Suddenly the door creaked from behind him and in stepped Beatrice looking confused.
“Okay, creep, this isn’t the bathroom..”
“Sorry..” Dally muttered and tried to put the picture back secretly but she saw and immediately rushed over looking angry. She snatched it from his hands and took a step away.
“Don’t touch that.” she told him defensively and slid the picture into her nightstand drawer.
“Sorry..” he muttered again lamely and she shrugged a bit.
“It’s fine. It’s just.. it’s a fragile picture and it’s important to me is all.”
“Why?” Dally asked.
“Why is that picture important to you?” he asked getting impatient. She got defensive again and crossed her arms over her chest.
“Why do you care?”
“I don’t know.. I just.. I’m curious alright?”
“Curious about a picture you found while creeping around my room?”
Dally looked annoyed and shook his head. “Whatever. You’re right. I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come into your room.” he said and began storming over to the door but his hand stopped once it hit the handle because she spoke.
“It’s my brother.. Not the one you saw picking me up that day. It’s one I’ve never met.”
“If you’ve never met him then why do you have that crappy picture?” Dally asked turning to her.
She thought for a moment if she should tell him. She had no idea who this guy was but somehow she found herself telling him. “I never knew my real mom. All I had was a shoebox full of stuff that she gave my dad when she had me and that picture was in it. I’ve always lived with my dad and my step mom. My step mom is amazing and she’s always been in my life taking care of me.. but I always thought finding him would bring me closer to my real mom or something so I looked him up a lot. I found out he went to juvie a lot and they said now that all they could tell me that the last record of him was a few arrests in Tulsa. So when my dad’s job offered him a new position anywhere in the country I asked him to move here. He knows how much it means for me to find him but so far I’ve got nothing but that stupid old picture of him and a name.”
Dally was looking down at the ground. “What’s his name?” he mumbled.
“Dallas.. Dallas Winston.”
Dally nodded a bit and looked up. “I’ll keep an eye out for him, kid.” he said and Bea smiled a bit. She had some tears in her eyes but she nodded at him.
The two of them went back out to the fire and sat with the others. They were all joking around and having a good time with each other. They were jumping from one conversation to the next and getting to know each other really well. Bea was laughing as she asked Sodapop and Ponyboy something.
“Are you sure those are your real names and not some nicknames like Two-Bit?”
“They’re real.” Sodapop grinned. “You can even check our birth certificates. Darry’s is a nickname though. Short for Darrel.”
“What about you?” Bea grinned and tried to pull a silent Dally into the conversation. “Is Dally your real name or is it short for something.”
Dally stared at her for a long moment before responding. “No.. No Dally’s my real name.”
“No it ain’t!” Two-Bit called out laughing. “His name’s Dallas!”
Beatrice’s head turned quickly from Two-Bit to Dallas and she stared at him with wide confused eyes. Everyone got quiet and Dallas just got up to storm off. He was out of sight when Beatrice decided to follow him. Steve smacked Two-Bit’s arm for causing trouble as she shot out of her seat and ran after her brother.