The Girl who Saved Dallas Winston (A Dally Fanfic)

5. Dallas, Dallas Winston

Returning to silence after Dally's last comment we both mind ourselves gazing at the sky.

"I have never seen the stars like this before," I comment surprising myself, I wasn't expecting to instigate a conversation with Dally even after our somewhat accelerating relation with the cigarette just now.

"Oh yeah, where you from?" He asks after blowing out another wave of smoke.

"New York City, the upper east side to be exact, you don't see much starts around there. I didn't get to explore much though, my mother is very sheltered. The two of us moved to Tulsa to be closer to family,"

"Oh," Is all he says before seemingly brushing the conversation off.

"Well, where are you from?"

"New York, also. I was in some deep shit there though and I don't like talking about it. Anyhow, I'm here now so that's all that matters," Dally scoffs surprising me.

"Oh," Is all I must the courage for to say in reply before the silence falls once more.

"Is your real name Dally? I know that you don't want me saying it but I'm curious. I mean I was surprised to hear that Sodapop and Ponyboy were your friend's real name but Dally sounds like a nickname," I hesitantly ask.

"That's because it is. My friends call me Dally, and we'll you do too I guess. I don't know if I would call you a friend though. My full name is Dallas, Dallas Winston,"

"I like that name. And I wouldn't mind having another friend around here," I smile finally turning to look away from the stars as I notice that Dally has been staring at me this whole time with a heaviness in his eyes.

"I like the name Christine," He whispers before brushing a strand of hair from my face with his bruised fingers. I barely flinch this time. Even though his fingers are beaten up, they are incredibly gentle, as if they aren't purple from fights, but as if they are simply birthmarks.

With his touch, I become suddenly more aware of my breathing, how it has sped up in some way just because of this boy that seemingly hates me.

  "You okay? You keep flinching. Am I really that scary?"

  "I'm- I'm fine. Just shaken up from the day you know?" I reply purposely ignoring to share my experience with David. Even if I were to share Dally would probably see me weaker because of it.

Dallas skeptically nods before returning to the conversation, "How about you, you got any nicknames besides princess?" He asks turning his gaze from my hair to my fresh cut where his teasing smile turns stern once more.

"I've never been called anything other than Christine, so no," I hiccup trying my hardest to reply with grace.

"Well, would you like a nickname? Chris sounds nice, it kind of fits you too," He continues before licking his finger to run across my cut.

"Chris?" I repeat in a hesitant tone, trying to not react to his touch. Trying to ignore the butterflies that have filled in my stomach.

"Yeah, why not?" He restates before throwing his now dead cigarette to the ground with a slight chuckle tracing his lips.

"I don't know, it's just that nobody's given me a nickname before,"

"Well do you like it?"

"Yeah," I whisper as Dally's eyes move from mine to my lips. Realizing this and not quite ready for any advances after my interactions with David tonight I turn back to the sky, my heart racing.

After a minute of hesitation, Dally finally lifts the silence, "I'm sorry for all of the shit I gave you earlier. Even though you do jam with the socs it was pretty badass you watch you roll out of their car like that. Not that I would admit it in front of everyone else,"