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Money {Dallas Winston}

*The Outsiders*

You belonged to the Y/L/N family, one of the richest in Tulsa. Your entire life, you were surrounded by riches, luxury and snobby Socs. You were grateful for everything you had but had always felt like something was missing and something was until you met him.

Dallas Winston; a dirty, no-good, Greaser — at least that's how everyone described him to you. Even after hearing all of those terrible things about him, you still pursued Dallas. Something about him intrigued you and you're glad you did because you loved him and he loved you, although he wouldn't say it in words.

Despite coming from two completely different worlds, you two understood each other like nobody else did. You two just worked even though nobody could explain why.

Your anniversary was coming up soon and Dally was driving himself crazy working a bunch of different jobs so he could afford to buy you something nice.

He barged into the Curtis household and collapsed on the couch out of exhaustion. He had just come back from working a seven hour shift at a construction site and his body was in immense pain.

"Hello, Dallas, so nice of you to barge in at 22:30," Darry greeted sarcastically.

"Shh," Dally shushed him. "I have another shift at some fancy restaurant in an hour and I really don't wanna talk right now."

"Another job?" Sodapop questioned. "What's that, the fifth one now?"

"Seventh," Dally corrected.

"You're working yourself to death, Dally. Maybe you should take a break," Johnny advised.

"I am. Why do you think in here right now? I have about forty five minutes to relax before I need to leave again."

"That's not what I meant," Johnny said.

"He meant you should take a break from working. I'm sure, Y/N will love anything you get her, regardless of the price," Ponyboy said.

"That's where you're wrong, Ponyboy," Dally said. "Girls don't care if gifts come from your heart or whatever. They care if your gift is pretty, expensive or both and it's even worse with Y/N. She comes from a world of Socs, champagne and caviar. I come from a world of Greasers, beer and pretzels. I need to get her something expensive to show her that I'm good enough for her."

"To show her or to show you?" Darry asked but Dally just kept quiet. "Did Y/N actually ask you to get her an expensive gift?"

"She said that she doesn't want a gift but that's just girl talk for, 'I want a gift'."

"Pretty sure that's girl talk for, 'I don't want a gift'," Sodapop laughed.

"Look, Y/N's my girlfriend alright? I know her and I know that an expensive gift is what she wants. Now shut up so I can rest in peace, man."

TIME SKIP

The week was over and your anniversary had arrived. Despite the fact that he had been working his butt off the whole time, Dally was unable to get enough money to buy you the expensive diamond necklace he was so sure you wanted.

He contemplated stealing it a couple of times but he didn't because being with you reduced his criminal tendencies.

You two were cuddled up in your car, watching a movie in the drive-in. You were enjoying the entire thing because it was all you ever wanted but Dally was visibly unhappy. That didn't sit right with you so you turned to him with a worried expression.

"Dally, what's wrong?" you asked him.

"I don't know what you're talking about, Y/N," he lied, not once taking his eyes off of the movie.

"Baby, I know you're lying to me," you replied. "You're clearly upset about something. What is it? Is it the movie? Do you not like it? Is it the snacks? I could buy you new ones."

"That's just the problem, Y/N! You can't fix everything with money!" Dally exclaimed, finally turning to face you.

"What? Where's all this hostility coming from? I was just worried about you."

"You wanna know what's wrong, Y/N, huh? You really wanna know? What's wrong is the fact that I have been working my ass off all week to get you a stupid gift that I still couldn't afford and all you have to do is reach into your purse and buy whatever the hell you want!

Why are you still with me, huh? It's not like I'm rich and fancy like all of those Socs you hang around. I couldn't even buy you a freaking necklace!"

"You think I care about all of that?" you asked him. "Dally, I love you and it doesn't matter to me that you can't afford expensive stuff."

"It matters to me!" he told you. "What kind of a boyfriend— what kind of a man am I if I can't pay for anything? Every time we go out, you always pay for everything and we always get looks for it, Y/N. I just wanna be able to do something nice for you, you know. To prove that I'm not an absolute failure. "

"First of all, I'm pretty sure the reason people gives us looks is because you're white as the winter snow and I'm not," you chuckled. "Secondly, I didn't know you felt this way. How could I have? You never told me.

Third of all, I'm not gonna stop paying for all of our dates, you know why? Because it's barely pocket change to me but it would really put you at a financial disadvantage, baby and I don't wanna be the reason you struggle like that. However, we can stop going out so much and just spend most of our date nights at my place, it's no big deal.

And fourth of all, there is no way you could ever be a failure, as both a man and a boyfriend because your ability to pay for things doesn't define that. I love you with all my heart, Dallas Winston and I always will."

"I love you too, Y/N," Dally said for the first time. "And that's why I wanna be able to do buy you things and do nice stuff for you."

"You buying things for me doesn't have to be the way you do nice stuff for me. You could help me out by coming with me to family and social events, completing chores, doing my hair, giving me massages, etc. Money doesn't have to be the way you show your love for me."

"You sure that's not girl talk for something else?" Dally asked you.

You laughed and kissed his cheek.

"I promise it's not. I mean it," you told him.

"Then can we go home? This movie sucks and all the snacks take awful," Dally said.

"Of course we can."

"Besides I'd like to be real nice to you. You know, show you how much I appreciate you," he whispered in your ear suggestively.

"Now that's what I'm talking about," you said. "What are you waiting for? Step on it, Greaser!"

"You got it, Soc."