Cigarette Daydreams ☆ The Outsiders Fan-Fictions

Dallas - Chapter 6

Warnings: verbal abuse

Word count: 834 words

(Your POV)

The bar was empty the whole night. Two hours after Dal stormed out, the phone rang.

"Hello?"

"Is this Buck Merril's residence?"

"It is, who is this?"

"The Tulsa Police Department. What is your name?"

"Y/n l/n."

"Y/n l/n, Dallas Winston said you'd be at Buck Merril's. He's been arrested for assaulting a police officer."

I immediately hung up and sprinted to my house. Dally makes me so angry sometimes. Well, a lot actually. I'm willing to give him a chance anyway. I've been saving money. Money for a new apartment when I move out, and maybe even college. 

There were scattered liquor bottles and scraps of leftover food on the floor. I bolted up to my room where the glass jar full of cash was. I attempted to twist the lid open, but it wouldn't budge. I had forgotten I glued it so I wouldn't be tempted to take some out of it. There's a shed in the backyard. Dad keeps all his tools in there. I snatched a hammer and went back to smash the jar. While I was walking with an aggressive pace, I had the time to count the money. I'm sure I'll have enough to bail Dal out.

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"Dallas Tucker Winston," I warned, "You've gotta have a good explanation for this one." 

"Hey doll, I'm glad to see ya," He peered at the cash, "Get me out of here, will ya?"

I scoffed, "You are senseless and ignorant, you know that? Unbelievable." I shoved the cash into him and stormed out of the building. It wasn't long before he came catching up to me.

"What's got your panties in a twist, huh?" He argued. I whipped around to face his tall, muscular frame, "Don't talk to me like that, I'm sick of it. I'm sick of you. Just leave me alone, Dallas." I began to walk away from him again. Still, he followed close behind.

"What's wrong with you? Huh? What's your problem?" He continued, his body now practically brushed up against me. I swatted him away, but he wouldn't take the hint. By now, buckets of rain were gushing down soaking everything in sight. I felt the water dripping from the whisps of hair in front of my eyes. I crossed my arms to keep from shivering too bad and I walked a little faster. Then he grabbed me by my waist and turned me around to face him again.

"Cut it out, y/n! Man, you're so problematic," He quarrelled.

I had a few thoughts about that one. Of course I could never say any criticism to his face. Who knows what he'd do? Although, I think I said something much worse.

"Don't act like you actually care! I mean, you look at other girls in a way that you'd never look at me. And- and you flirt with them too! I don't know if you just do it to make me mad or if you really mean it, either way just know that I couldn't care less. I couldn't- I can't-" I gasped for air, "And you don't even care that I worry about you when you end up in the cooler! You can't love anything! You're cold-blooded and heartless! You're mean and insensitive! You don't love, you can't love, let alone me!"

"I love you! Dammit y/n, I love you!" He blurted, and pulled me into a tight, affectionate hug while I sobbed. I still don't like crying, but this time, crying made me feel safe. This time Dally wouldn't judge me for being 'too weak' or 'too sensitive'. This time he decided to let his guard down and show me he felt the same way. 

We walked back to Buck's closely side by side. Dal slipped his hand into my back pocket just like he used to do all the time. The rain was more delicate now; All that was heard was the impact of drops splatting on the concrete, rain gutters streaming with water, and the light tapping of heeled boots.

(Narrator's POV)

Right outside of Buck's place, Dally took your hand, and without saying anything, he just held you close as you two waltzed in the sprinkling rain. 

(In Dally's room)

"I told you Dal, I'm waiting for marriage," You said as Dally was tugging at your shirt. 

"C'mon doll, just this once," He pried. You kept shaking your head until he finally stopped asking, "Alright fine."

He turned his back to you, and you let out a sigh, then a giggle.

"You're so dramatic Dal, it's a not a big deal," You pester, knowing he'll get annoyed by it. You'll make it up to him with some bacon - his favourite breakfast food - in the morning. 

Sorry I haven't updated in a while! I'm starting chapter 7 right away now. ☺️