He’s No Good || Dallas Winston · Y/n story by @st4r1ightt

The Oklahoma sun had long since surrendered to a bruised purple sky, the streetlights on the East Side flickering to life one by one.

Ponyboy Curtis

breathing hard I told you we shouldn't've cut through here, Johnny.

Johnny Cade

voice barely a whisper They were already there. Waiting.

A low whistle cut through the night. Then footsteps. Heavy. Measured.

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Well, well. Looks like we found ourselves some lost little lambs.

Ponyboy took a step back, shoulders tensing. Johnny's hand went to his pocket, empty. They were cornered.

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Gonna teach you hoods a lesson about walking on our turf.

He took a step forward.

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What's the matter? Cat got your—