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Ponyboy POV:
Dally’s been acting off since the new people have moved here. I’m not exactly sure why they moved to Tusla of all places, but I see nothing wrong with them being here. They haven’t done anything too bad yet to concern Dally’s suspicion towards them.
Dally seems to be the most concerned about the son, Peter Davis. I will admit that Peter Davis had some slight anger issues. But then again, that’s pretty normal for people here. Not like Dally can talk.
It still is quite strange for Dally to be so suspicious of them. I always knew he had at least some amount of trust issues, but I think this is pushing it a bit.
Where even is Dally? Because I want to talk to him about this. Maybe he could give me a reason as to why he doesn’t trust these people.
Dally is probably…what does Dally do besides hang out with johnny? Nevermind. Tim wouldn’t know, so I can't ask him or Curly. Darry, Sodapop, and Steve are all at work. So that means either Johnny would know or is with Dally currently.
I forgot Johnny was doing some school project with a classmate actually. So Johnny is out of the question, and I now have literally no lead or where Dally could be. Maybe his roommate knows where he is? I don’t even remember the name of his roommate. Yikes.
I head to the living room and I see Dally right there. So I didn’t even need to think about anything, I just needed to come to the fucking living room? Really? Oh, fuck you universe. (Ouch, my non-existent feelings, Ponyboy, you’ve hurt them.)
Dally is sitting on the couch with a beer in his hand. He's blankly staring at the television? That's weird. It doesn’t even look like he's enjoying the movie that’s on! Not that I know what movie is playing, which is weird because I know a lot of movies.
“Hey, Dally. We need to talk about something.” I say. Terrible choice of words, because we technically don’t need to talk about this, I just want to talk about this. And those words are completely different. Maybe Dally will have the wrong idea and that I'm mad at him. Which I kinda am, but not really? I’m mostly just curious about the way he's acting. God, why did I say it like that?!
Dally just hums in questioning, asking me to continue. I guess my whole panic about the way I worded things was for nothing. Whatever. Now I’m acting like Johnny to be honest. I feel like that internal dialogue is something he would do.
“So, uh, you know the new people who moved in? I was kinda wondering why you are so suspicious of them?” I ask. He doesn’t bother to look over to me, but I can see his grip tighten on the bottle of beer.
“Why do you want to know, Ponyboy?” Dally asks with a strained voice. I messed up. I shouldn’t have said anything. Now Dally is angry at me.
“I was just…just curious..” I say as I look down and fiddle with my fingers. Dally must've realized my tone of voice because he looked at me and sighed. He sets down the bottle of beer and stands up, walking over to me. I look up at him.
“I don’t trust him…” Dally says and he sets a hand on my shoulder. I immediately knew he was mostly talking about Peter.
My eyebrows furrow because I already knew that, “You don’t trust anybody.”
And without hesitation he says, “I trust you?”