𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

d.w. ~ late call

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

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"Y/n, help. I just robbed a store. I gotta hide." A voice said over the phone. Dallas was calling. It was late at night and I was just smoking a few cigarettes. "Yeah just run to my house." I said. "Alright." He hung up the phone. I continued to lay down on my couch as I smoke.

The door opened, violently. Dallas barged in, sweaty and huffing. "Y/n." He whispered. "Any sirens?" I asked. "No. No, I didn't hear any." He said. "Have a seat." I said as he sits down. He pulls out a cigarette. I light it up for him.

He kept tapping his foot, his face looked nervous and he was sweating. "My god, are you okay? I've never seen you this nervous after a robbery." I said. "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.

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.

"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 layed down on the couch with his head on my lap and one of his legs over the other. "It's going to be fine, right? You won't be back in jail." I whispered, running my hand through his hair. "Nothing bad is gonna happen to you. I got your back. We've done this a million times before and always got away with it."

He sighs and starts to calm down. "You're tuff. You're Dallas Winston. The ladies man and the man people fear." I said. "Hell yeah, I am." He mumbled. "You are not scared of anything." "No I'm not." He mumbled.

"You're okay now?" I asked. "Yeah I feel better. Thanks." He said. "No problem, I've been learning about anxiety and how to calm down from it." I said. Then there was a small silence.

"Umm, can I stay here tonight?" He asked. "Be my guest. I was about to sleep anyway." I said. He smiled and continued to lie on my lap as we watch TV. After a few minutes...

"Right, I'm gonna go to bed--" I then heard Dallas snoring right when I was about to get up. "Oh, you punk." I whispered.

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