merry late holiday i promise i will actually make good art soon I HAVE REALLY BAD HANDWRITING IM SO SORRY IM DYSLEXIC merry christmas dal shitty wrapping really, a candle your apartment smells like shit dal SNIFF HAPPEE candle make hhappe ur honor the candle is all burnt out in a week cause he likes the smell rip
no beta we die like johnny when he got a lil too warm
uhh jally fluff idk like 715 words mm happee your honor
tw: Gay People.
The night was cold with the harsh winds surrounding Cade, biting at the skin exposed under his ragged jean jacket collar. He held the rough material closer to his body trapping the diminishing warmth.
“Cade? That you?” He jumped at the voice and stared into the direction of the sound cracking a slight smile. He knew the voice already knew the answer.
“Hey Dal, what’re you doin’ out? Buck kick you out again?’ Johnny whispered, warm smoke leaving his lips. The approaching figure of Winston appeared in the light of the small, weak campfire light. Illuminating every strand of greasy hair, every scar on his high cheekbones and every spot of stain on the warm leather jacket surrounding his tall frame. Dallas looked warm, unlike his usual frigid crude persona. He held in all the heat from the burning twigs in his eyes, turning them a warm deep blue. His broken cracked lips stuck in a soft smile like the brutal winter never affected him, he looked at peace despite the crumbling leaves all around him.
“Eh, nah couldn't sleep man.”
“Oh” Dallas blinked at his simple response. He mindlessly kicked a leaf into the flame, carrying the flame for a short while. Dallas sat next to Johnny against the cold fabric of the old car seat.
“Yah know kid, I knew you’d be here.” Dallas frowned to himself, Johnny huffing at the nickname. “You know the Curtis’ would have let you stay, Hell even Two-Bit would have snuck you in.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you here Johnnycakes?” Dallas huffed. Johnny looked up at the night sky, the hues of the sunset having faded a while ago it was just dark, pitch black. Maybe a few stars every once in a while. But mostly dark. “John?” Dal questioned reminding the scrawny freezing greaser of his presence. Johnny did not forget the warmth next to him.
“I don't know,” Johnny winced. “felt safer I guess, felt cold.” he heaved out blowing on the warm mist in the air. Dal slung a heavy arm around him huddling him closer to his body warmth like they had sometimes done on cold nights in the Curtis house. Nothing out of the ordinary.
“Come on Cade,” Dal roughed him up in a noogie before standing off and patting the dirt off his jeans. “You should have seen my rodeo last week man-” Johnny cut him off quietly whispering
“I saw.” Dallas quickly glanced at him, smiling pretending he didn't hear.
“I was lookin’ real tuff kid, really made Buck proud with that one eh?” Dallas didnt let him answer, Johnny preferred listening anyway. “Get up kid! Your cowboy made bank, payin’ rent this week, Buck aint letting me crash without rent no more.” He would never had admitted this in any other company, it may tarnish his tuff exterior, but Cade was different.
The Merrill Bar sign flickered in the frozen air, the only light on besides the glow of Dallas’ shitty little two room shelter. A small rusty kitchenette area with colorful tile borders, and two steps down the ‘stairs’ from old tile to dirty carpet. A bathroom door to the right and a warm old living area, a small tv pressed up against the space next to the steps with the curtis’ old couch facing it, significantly more torn since moving to dallas’ roof. And a mattress in the corner inviting the two boys to the warmth under the covers being shined on by the cracks in the curtain.
“Come on John you're goin’ to freeze.” Dallas said letting Johnny take the side pressed up against the wall before climbing in shortly after. “You can stay as long as you don't kick me in your sleep again man,” Dallas laughed with Johnny huddled under the covers with the untouched body heat of the other boy.
“G’nite Dal,” Johnny whispered from the shadows of the room. Dallas smiled and slung a welcoming warming arm around him again. Johnny had forgotten all about the cold just behind the door in the old disgusting motel room, the room was hot, Johnny had never felt such warmth in any other place quite like Dals shitty apartment. The heat felt safe.
