Pony boy's POV:

We're all in my living room except for Dally, who, well, god knows where he is. We're all doing the stuff we usually do when there's a knock at the door. "I'll get it." I say, getting up and going to the door. I opened it and first thought that Dally was playing some sort of prank on us. Because he's standing on our porch in semi formal clothes, suspenders, and a bow tie. He's wearing nerd glasses on his face and his hair is combed neatly in a shelf. "Why are you dressed like that, Dal?" I ask. The guy chuckles a bit then says, "oh, I'm not Dallas. Um, I'm his um, I'm Dylan. Dallas is my twin." He stammers awkwardly. "Oh, sorry." I say. "Come on in." I gesture for him to come inside. He obliged. "Guys, this is Dylan. He's Dally's brother." I say to the others. Dylan looks at his shoes.

"Really Dal?" Says Steve. "You seriously fooled Pony into thinking you're your own brother?"

"No!" Dylan says defensively. "I'm not Dallas. We're twins. My name is Dylan Ulysses Winston. Here's my drivers license!" Dylan holds out his drivers license for everyone to see.

"Real funny Dal" says Two Bit "I ain't buying it."

Dylan seemed to flinch when he said 'Ain't'

"That's grammatically incorrect." Dylan says.

"See?" I say. "Dally definitely wouldn't correct your grammar!"

Then Dally comes in and everyone stares between him and Dylan as he goes over to his brother and says, "hey, long time no see. Tell Dad I said hi. Goodbye!" He pushed Dylan outside and slammed the door.

"You have a brother?" Asked Johnny.

"No!" He says.

"Then who was that?" says Soda. 

Dally put his face in his hand. "see ya guys." Then he swings open the door and finds Dylan still standing on the porch. "What the Hell are you still doing here?" Dally roared.

"Dad kicked me out. I have to live with you now." Dylan explains.

"Oh dear god." Dally said annoyed right before taking off down the street. 

Dylan looks around and steps in.

"Hey dude!" Says Darry. "Come sit down!" He patted an empty spot on the couch. Dylan smiled and sat down. "Thanks, uh, dude?" Dylan replies awkwardly. 

"So what's it like having Dallas Winston as your brother? you must be pretty badass." Says Two Bit.

"Not really, no." Says Dylan. "I can't even lift a bag of rice or talk to a girl. I am in technology club, and that's pretty cool. "

"Oh." Says Steve, disappointed. "Hey can I see those glasses?"

"Sure." Dylan hands him his glasses, blinking rapidly.

Steve takes one look through the glasses and shuts his eyes. "Woah!" He said. "How do you see?"

"Here let me see them!" Says Two Bit taking the glasses and. Putting them on his face. "Ooh! Look! im a nerd! Math math math! Science science science! I have no friends and can't get a girl!" He mocks.

"Hey!" Says Dylan trying to reclaim his glasses.

"Two Bit!" I. Say.

He returns the glasses to Dylan, who stands up. "I think I'm gonna leave now." He goes to the door and leaves the house.

"I can't believe you guys!" Exclaims Darry.

Then it went Darry accusing them of being mean to Dally's brother, then they say that Dylan should be able to handle it, being Dally's own flesh and blood. Then around again, and again, until I fell asleep.

Maybe I could apologize for them at school tomorrow, I mean, if Dylan goes to school.

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