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My eyes fluttered open, only to see streams of light coming in. I tried to sit up, only to be pulled back down and pushed into someone.
"Think you can stay in a bit longer? It's only about 7 am." Dallas' raspy morning voice whispered as he kissed down my jawline and neck.
Assuming I was at Buck's, I turned to face him.
"I love that morning voice, babe." I smiled, hiding my face into the pillow.
He brought his face closer in to mine for a kiss; it's surprising how close we are in just a short time. His lips tasted like Whiskey and Marlboro cigarettes, and it was perfect on him.
I tangled my hands in Dal's messy hair as things got heated. His big hands wrapped around my back and pulled me in even closer (if it was even a possibility). My leg wrapped around his waist as I began to lose breath.
We both separated, nearly panting.
"God, I missed you." He whispered, his breathing coming back to a normal pace.
I chuckled, "First time anyone's missed me besides my brothers."
"Glad to be that first." He cockily smirked, winking.
"Come on, I'm going to my house."
"Whoa. I don't think the Socs would appreciate one of their members bringing me into the territory."
"Shut up, Dallas. I'm dropping you off at my brothers' first." I laughed quietly, pushing his shoulder.
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"Can't you stay here, Doll?"
"I need to shower and change, Dallas. I can't just walk around all dirty." I sighed, trying to pull away from him.
"But you can shower here, I'm sure you can borrow some of Pony's clothes while he's at school or somethin'." He tried bargaining.
After a while of thought, I finally settled on staying here today. I mean it wouldn't hurt and besides, I can go home tomorrow.
"Alright, let me make a quick phone call."
I walk over to the phone and dial my house number. Thankfully, after a few rings, I hear Marcus' soft voice.
"Hello?"
"Guess who, Duck."
"Ah, damn, I don't think I know this one... is it Elizabeth?" I can feel him smirking through his words.
"You know how I feel about that. I hate that name."
"Whatever you say, darling. You know you love it when I call your name out." He jokes in good intention.
Both of our laughs mix and for a split second it feels like it's only us, having a small talk.
"Well, I'm coming over later tonight," I turn to see Dallas, flicking through TV channels and kicking his feet up on the coffee table, "maybe around 8 or 9. I'm staying with my brothers a while."
"It's alright, I have a music room and a home theatre so I'll be fine babe."
"You sure? I don't want to make you feel left out or anything. Do you want me to run any errands for you? I can if you'd like me to." I smother him with questions, concern clouding my thoughts.
"Hey, don't sweat anything. I'm perfectly fine, alright?" He confirms.
I take in a deep breath, and exhale the air from my body, "Alright. But don't hesitate to call me if you need anything."
We end the conversation at that, and I walk over to Dallas. He pats his lap, signaling for me to sit, and I do.
I tiredly tuck my head into his brown leather jacket, inhaling his beautiful scent of Whiskey and smoke once again. My eyes shifted to his, which were focused intently on the small TV screen.
When he squints, there are crinkles by his eyes. He has long eyelashes, longer than mine, almost. They only add-on to his defined facial features. His eyes are dark brown, brooding circles, almost lifeless with little light in them. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, and Dallas' soul is tortured and sorrowful almost.
His soul is broken, I mean you've gotta admit that it has a lot of cracks. It's got little ambition, little hope. It's the darkest pit I've ever seen. His soul is gut-churning, awful, and deadly. I haven't seen every side to Dallas Tucker Winston, and I don't plan on it. Not now, not later, not in a million years.
His mouth gaped slightly as he focused on the show in front of us. Dal's lips pursed together as his bushy eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Awe, come on man! It's a simple tackle!" He bellowed, throwing grand gestures at the TV.
It's now that I realized this is my first good look at Dallas Winston. It's almost as if time slowed down for this one moment, and opportunities like this one shouldn't be passed up.
"Like the view, sweet cheeks?" said Dallas, a smirk playing off on his lips.
Damn it, he caught me.
"Shut up," I giggled, "you're happy that I even stood here with you."
After a while, the sound of the square television drowned out, and it felt as though it was just us. Nobody here to criticize the odd connection between us, or the fact that we were two completely different people. It was nice to be in our own little world.
I must've spoke too soon, because the door opened and slammed closed. Lifting my head, I saw Pony walk through the hall into his room. He seemed mad, but I'll let it slide.
"Hey, you gonna talk to Darry?" Dallas spoke normally.
I froze. Honestly, I planned on avoiding it until it felt right.
"Dal, I don't know--"
"Darry doesn't care. He really doesn't." Pony walked in, opening a Pepsi.
"Pony, don't say that."
"But it's true!" He exclaimed, "If he truly cared about the two of us, do you think that he would praise Soda the way he does and just brush us to the side? Do you really think he'd hit you the way he did last night if he cared?" Pony snarled.
"What the helll is wrong with you?" I got off of Dal and walked toward him, "You know damn well that he goes through hell everyday to keep the both of you under this roof, to put food on your plates, to give you and the gang a decent place to stay. Have you ever put that thought through your thick skull, Ponyboy? I doubt you have, because you wouldn't be sounding so dumb right now."
We just stared at each other. He didn't have anything to say, and honestly, he shouldn't have anything to say. Everything he said was uncalled for. I'm furious that he would even begin to think that Darry doesn't care for us. I mean, yeah, he made a mistake but he needs to understand that not everything works the way he thinks they work, and not everyone is the person that he thinks they are.
"You're just lucky that it's just me and Dallas here. Look, Dal, I'm just gonna head home, I'll see you tomorrow. And I'll think about talking to Darry." I sighed.
"Alright, just talk to him soon, or when you get the chance."
A/N- Okay, I'm sorry that this took so long to update you guys, I'm just trying to juggle everything right now. Did you like this? I don't think it's my best.
