Should I continue writing my Dallas Winston fanfic? Please message me if you think so!
Anyway, today was my last day of final exams! So, I’ll be able to post freely. But, I don’t know when I’m getting my laptop back, so since I’m posting from my phone, I’m a little limited. :/
P.S. I’m still not accepting any requests since my ask is full of them!
xo - Sophie
*A/N: I really hope you all like this chapter! Feedback is greatly appreciated! I hope I captured Dally’s P.O.V well enough for you to want to keep reading. :) I think I should stick to writing in Spike’s view from now on. xo - Sophie*
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I crossed the street and walked to the Curtis house, walking inside like nothing happened. I looked around the house and I saw all the guys looking at me with grins too big for their faces, even Darry was grinning at me!
“Y’all have a starin’ problem or what? Jeez.” I mumbled, sitting down on the shabby couch inbetween Steve and Two-Bit.
“So, how’d it go?” Steve grinned, obviously trying so hard not to laugh. I just rolled my eyes. “What d’you mean?” I scoffed, knowing exactly what he meant; I really didn’t want to get into this conversation right now.
“You know exactly what he means!” Two-Bit laughed, jumping onto the couch. “He means how you lied to her.”
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I will survive.
I’ll let you all know when I finish, but so far I have chapters 1 and 2 edited! You can read them if you’d like.
xo - Sophie
Love was different to so many people. Love was happiness. Love was laughter. Love was memories. Love was adoration. Love was trust. But for two specific people, it was just plain complicated.
Here we have Dallas Winston; the hood, the greaser, and the criminal. Then we have Sylvia; the greaser girl, the toughest of all, and Dally’s girlfriend.
Well, his on-and-off girlfriend.
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Gone: (adj.) absent. Not all there.
That was a pretty good way to describe the mind of Dallas Winston after Johnny Cade’s death. His mind became absent.
Stay gold, Ponyboy.
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