D A L L A S

Dallas Winston rolls his eyes and walks into the Rehab Center. He doesn't even know why he was showing up there.

Maybe its because he passed out on the streets and he got dragged into the hospital for a check up? Maybe it was the doctor telling him that he needed to stop doing this to himself?

Dallas didn't need to show up, but he did. He pushes the door closed behind him and walks up to the front desk.

"Excuse me, there's supposed to be a group meeting thing here," Dallas says rolling his eyes. "Its a help group?"

The woman at the front desk looks up at him, nodding her head. She points down the hall.

Dallas rolls his eyes and leans forward to read her name tag. It read: Marcia.

"Well, Marcia, I'm afraid that pointing does nothing for me," Dallas says. "Can you actually say something or no?"

"Fine Mister," Marcia snaps. "If you would have read the sign right in front of the desk, you would have seen that it read 'down the hall in room number three'."

The 17 year old steps back slightly, finally seeing the sign up front. He rolls his eyes at Marcia.

"I did see it," Dallas explains. "I just wanted to see if you knew it was there."

"Yeah, yeah," Marcia says bluntly. "Now go, the help group started about five minutes ago."

The blonde boy sighs and makes his way down the hall to the third room, opening the door and walking in. The door slams behind him causing all eyes to turn to him.

"Hello," a man with a clipboard says. "You're a little late but we haven't done anything. Pull up a chair."

Dallas stays quiet but does as he's told, pulling up a chair next to a young looking raven haired boy. Everyone stays silent.

"We were just about to start introducing ourselves. I'll start and then we'll just go around the circle," he explains. "My name is Jackson, I'm 36 and I've never had an addiction. I'm only here to help you all."

Dallas glances at the boy before darting his his to next person. It was a boy with dark hair.

"My name is Darry Curtis and I'm 20 years old. I'm only here for supporting my brothers so I can do whatever I can to help them," Darry explains. "I can try to help you all too."

The 17 year old blonde rolls his eyes at Darry and sighs. Family man, they don't really mean all that.

It was the next person's turn. It was a young looking boy with reddish brown hair.

"M-my names Ponyboy Curtis and I-i'm 14," Ponyboy murmurs. "I-I'm addicted to cigarettes because a-a kid from school told me i-i should try it... I-i wanna get better..."

Darry rubs his his younger brothers back gently and smiles reassuringly. The 14 year old nods his head in a way to tell the next person to go ahead and talk.

The next person was also a boy. He has golden blonde hair and messes with the sleeves with his flannel.

"My names Sodapop Curtis and I'm 16 years old," Sodapop murmurs. "I-I'm addicting to smoking weed b-because helps me calm down. I-i smoke it all the time a-and I finally g-got caught..."

Dallas tries paying attention the best he could, starting to lose his patience. This was so damn stupid to him.

The next person has black hair and was wearing a blue button up, with some of the buttons all messed up. He was shaking.

"M-m-my name is S-steve Randle and I'm 17 y-y-years old," Steve stutters out. "I-I'm addicted to c-caffeine. I-i-it helps me stay awake so i-i-i can do things i-i-i need to. T-th-the only problem is-"

Dally cuts him off my growling. He clenches his fist.

"Get on with it you stuttering fuck," Dallas screams in frustration. "Its not that fucking hard to talk! Just finish your fucking sentence!"

Steve flinches at his loud voice and tears up, quickly sobbing. He starts shaking more and breathing heavily, trying to stutter out words.

Sodapop quickly kneels down by Steve, grabbing his hands and starts talking to him quietly. Steve keeps crying.

"What is wrong with you," Darry scolds. "He was trying to finish talking. Be nice."

"Nice ain't in my vocab there man," Dallas hisses. "He was bothering me."

"So what? Leave him alone," Ponyboy murmurs.

Dallas rolls his eyes and huffs, crossing his arms over his chest. After a few minutes, Steve finally calms down enough to talk.

"M-m-my caffeine addiction c-causes me to almost n-never sleep," Steve finishes.

"Thank you Steve," Jackson says.

The next boy has raven hair and a jean jacket. He looks at his hands.

"I-I'm Johnny Cade and I'm 16 y-years old," Johnny says quietly. "I-I'm addicted to painkillers b-because I want to s-stop hurting a-and feeling..."

Johnny glances at everyone around the room before looking back down. Dallas rolls his eyes.

Dallas was next and oh how he dreaded it. He should have not even shown up.

"I'm Dallas Winston and I'm 17 years old," Dallas says bluntly. "I'm addicted to cough syrup because why the fuck not? It gives me a good high."

Dallas can hear the eye rolls from around the room. Yep, great first impression.

The 17 year old sighs and turns to his left, seeing the last boy. Dallas' eyes widen slightly.

The boy has rust colored hair and he was pale. He was... Kind of attractive.

"My name is Keith Mathews and I'm 18 years old," Keith days with a sigh. "I'm an alcoholic. I went to a party one night and started drinking. After that I couldn't stop myself. Hell, I have a buzz right now."

Dallas looks at the sad boy, an almost emotional look on his face from the usual emotionless or agitated face. It was only the beginning for him though...

He'd be going on one hell of a ride...

A U T H O R S - N O T E

How was the beginning to my new story?

I'm proud of this and I love it so much! This is only the beginning and I hope you guys enjoyed this!!

I'll try to update as much as I can

Also a big thanks to -RulerofThots- for helping me with the addictions. She has a few amazing books out so go read them, you won't regret it. Promise.

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