![]() I woke up slowly as I realized my name was being yelled and my doorbell was being abused and rang frantically. Then I let my eyes rest as I waited for the ring of my telephone or the doorbell to wake me up. And for the last time I thought, I hate parties. I flopped onto the bed and groaned aloud. I decided to keep on my outfit, which was a wife beater, jeans, a leather jacket and a dark silver necklace. Yawning, I walked through the hallway and opened up my room door, shutting it behind me. I looked around at the familiar living room as I closed the door and locked it, carelessly throwing my backpack to the side and walking up the house stairs to get to my room. Yawning as I put the key into the hole I stretched as I turned the key, removing it and twisting the handle to open up the door. I walked up the stairs to the porch and took out my house key from my front pocket. My mom walked out of my life a long while ago and my dad is always out working, in fact he’s on another business trip. I spaced out for a while until I made it to the familiar home that might as well just be my own. ![]() ![]() Finally I made it out, and sped walked my way home to get as much free time as possible before the party… I shoved softly through the crowd of all the kids trying to get through to the gate. I wasn’t looking for a fight like my Soc buddies. I couldn’t help but continuously overthink the possible scenarios over and over, all I knew is I had to keep my cool there or I’d be thrown off guard. The rest of the day was pretty normal, except for the overwhelming nausea in my stomach about this party. I could hear their voices calling me a chicken and a party pooper for the rest of my days. God I hated parties, but if I didn’t go I would never, ever, hear the end of it. “Great!” Frank smiled, “me and Ant here will pick you up about twenty minutes after school.” I only hummed in response as I took a sip of my coke that I bought from the vending machine. “Fine! Jeez, y’all are so pushy,” I chuckled with a hint of false-insanity, peeking out of my arms to look up at the two. Today was a white tee with a chain that sat on top of his shirt, his signature blue jeans, and his rings that decorated his hands. He usually just wore a tee and jeans with some kind of jewelry. “Yeah, come on, get drunk with us and mess with some Greasers,” Frank looked down at me as I hid my face in my arms to get a sense of personal space from the two.įrank was also a Soc, had dirty blonde hair and brown eyes. Anthony’s hair was brown and fluffy, with wispy bangs and wavy hair that curled up on the sides of his ears. Today he wore a blue shirt though, which complimented nicely with the red of his jacket he also wore black jeans. “We’re just trying to crash it and get a couple drinks,” Anthony laughed.Īnthony was obviously a Soc, always wore a tee and his red varsity jacket. “That’s a damn Greaser hangout, why are you two even going?” I scoffed. “Yeah man, stop being such a party pooper,” Anthony pouted as he leaned his arm on my other shoulder.Ĭurrently I was in the middle of my two lunch buddies who were practically begging me to go to some party at a place called Buck’s, which was weird cause mostly Greasers went there. “C’mon man! Tag along,” Frank said as he leaned all his body weight onto my shoulder. ![]() Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 3,256 Chapters: 3/? Kudos: 12 Bookmarks: 3 Hits: 138 Dallas Winston has internalized homophobia.Dallas Winston/Original Male Character(s).
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