𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

d.w. ~ late call

Tulsa, Oklahoma.
Thursday, 1965
01.32 a.m.

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I was just relaxing on the couch late at night, enjoying my break from school. I lit up a few cancer sticks while I watched TV.

Suddenly, I hear the phone ring.

Slightly annoyed, I picked it up anyway.

"Y/n, help. I just got in a fight with some guy at Buck's. I gotta hide, they're lookin' for me." A voice said over the phone.

My good buddy, Dallas Winston, was calling.

He's done it again. Starting fights for no reason, just lookin' for some action cause he's drunk. He always seems to call me if he was in any sorta trouble. I guess he knows I'll always cover for him even if I hate it.

I sighed and took a hit of my cigarette before answering. "Fine, just run to my house." I said.

"Alright." He hung up the phone. I continued to lay down on my couch as I smoke.

Over half an hour later, the door opened, violently. Dallas barged in, sweaty and huffing.

"Y/n." He whispered.

"Have a seat." I said as he sits down. He pulls out a cigarette and asks to light it up for him.

After he inhaled the smoke, he kept tapping his foot, his face looked nervous and he was sweating.

"My god, you alright? You look like you just killed someone." I said then froze. "You didn't, right?"

"What? No! I ain't that crazy!" He denies.

"I don't know. I've been feelin' off lately." He said. "You got a drink or something?"

"I do but I'm not giving it to you. You'll drink to much. Just have some water." I said as I stood up to get him some water from my kitchen.

I got him a bottle of water as he chugged it.

"Slow down, Jesus." I said.

"What are you doing up late?" He asked.

"I'm always up late, Dal. Why'd you even ask?" I said. He kept huffing and breathing heavily. He kept scratching his head and fiddling with his fingers.

I had no idea why he would be acting so scared after a fight. You wouldn't expect Dallas Winston to get all jittery from some dumb drunk fight at the bar like it hasn't happened a million times before.

Eventually, I thought of something that would help calm him down.

"Dallas, calm down. Come here, lie down for a second." I said as I sat up. He looks at me. "Come here." I said.

He got up and laid down on the couch with his head on my lap and one of his legs over the other.

"You wanna tell me what's goin' on?" I said quietly, using my t-shirt to wipe the sweat off his forehead.

"I don't know, man. I been feeling like I'm no good." He said with a shaky voice.

Who could've known Dallas Winston could understand feelings the way most people do? He would always turn to violence or drinking or hitting up broads when he's upset or just not feeling the best. It's uncommon to see him actually talk about his feelings, especially to people.

I'm guessing it was his little friend, Ponyboy Curtis, who made him start to feel this way. He's a real smart kid after all. Always good with his words. I'm surprised Dallas wants to learn from a kid.

He sighs and starts to calm down after 3 cancer sticks.

"I'm always here if you wanna talk about anything." I said.

"You're okay now?" I asked.

"Yeah, I feel better. Thanks a lot. I- didn't think you'd even bother to ask me." He said.

"Of course I care! I'm a human being, too, you know?" I said. Then there was a small silence before he sat back up and looked my direction.

"Umm, can I stay here tonight? Your ma won't mind?" He asked.

"Sure you can! My mom is out of town right now. Even if she did see you here, she wouldn't bat an eye." I said.

"Thank you, Y/n. I don't know what I would do without you." He said softly, lying back down on my lap again.

It felt weird hearing Dallas say soft and kind words that really do sound like they have meaning behind it. Something's changing about this boy and honestly, I like it.

"Right, I'm gonna go to bed--"I said but then heard Dallas snoring right when I was about to get up.

"Oh, you punk." I whispered.

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