Outsiders imagines

Dallas

It was just a normal Sunday. You were at church. You went every Sunday since the preacher was your father. Usually a couple of greasers come and sit in the back except this time there were five others. The greasers always interested you. They were always so quiet. Every greaser you met were extremely loud but not these two. You knew that their friends would probably make a scene.

"What're you lookin' at?" My best friend Natalie asks.

"That group of greasers." I reply honestly. She turns back and looks at them.

"They're cute. But I bet they're not as quiet as the other two." She laughed. They were all cute but one stood out. Dallas Winston. I should probably forget about it. He'd never go for a preachers daughter.

The sermon started out as usual. Not even half way through the sermon we heard laughs coming from the back. The two who usually come. I think their names are Ponyboy and Johnny sat there with embarrassed looks on their faces while the oldest was trying to get the other four to quiet down. This continued and I would see people turn and give them ugly looks. About ten minutes later we hear a loud bang and all turn around. I think that kid just dropped a Bible! We all turned around. Johnny and Ponyboy had the reddest faces I've ever seen, the oldest was trying not to laugh, Dallas and the two others were laughing so hard it looked like they couldn't breathe, and the one in the Mickey Mouse shirt smiled and waved. I giggled and waved back which earned me a stern look from my father.

"Someone waved back!" Dallas tried to whisper while laughing.

"Yeah. The preachers daughter!" Johnny whispered hoping they'd quiet down. The boys laughed even louder after that and the oldest couldn't hold his laughter in any more. Eventually after they stopped laughing they apologized and were mostly quiet for the rest of the sermon.

"(Y/n). Go ask them if they're coming to the lunch." Natalie nudged me.

"Why?"

"Just do it!"

"Alright fine." I groaned and we walked up to them. They were laughing about how one of them dropped the bible. "Hi. I'm (Y/n) and this is Natalie." I say as we get to them. Pony introduced us to his friends.

"Sorry about dropping the Bible." Two-Bit said.

"It's fine." I smiled. "We just came to see if y'all were staying for lunch. It's free."

"I don't know." Darry said looking at the boys.

"Come on. It'll be fine. Y'all can sit with us."

"I'll stay for lunch." Dallas said and threw his arm over my shoulders. After that the rest of the boys agreed. We walked up to the fellowship hall and waited for my dad to say the blessing so we could get food. Many of the people were staring at us for sitting with the greasers but I don't really care. "So babe. Why haven't I seen you around?" Dallas asked with his arm still around me.

"I guess you haven't been lookin' hard enough." I winked.

"I wish I had been." He winked back. We all continued talking and then while we were eating my dad pulled me to the side.

"(Y/n). I don't want you hanging around Dallas Winston."

"Why not?"

"He's a bad guy!"

"Well I get to decide who I wanna hang out with!" I say getting mad. My dad rolled his eyes and walked away. I straightened my dress and went to sit back down.

"What was that about?" Dallas asked as I came back.

"Nothin' important." I smiled.

"Wanna get out of here?" He whispered in my ear.

"Yeah." I smirk.

**Dallys POV**

I got up and grabbed (Y/n)s hand leading her back to my car. Well, Bucks car.

"So where ya wanna go?" I asked as I lit a cigarette.

"We could go back to your place." She winked.

"Damn. You're not as innocent as I thought." I laughed but she rolled her eyes. "What?"

"Everyone always thinks I'm so damn innocent." She complained.

"Well you are the preachers daughter." I stated.

"So that means I have to be an angel?" She asks annoyed. "I hate how that's supposed to define me."

"You wanna get into some trouble." I ask and she smiles.

"What'd you have in mind?" She leans over. We spent the rest of the day doin' things her dad would kill her for. I taught her how shoplift and I taught her how to smoke.

"What's the worst thing you'd done before today?" I ask taking a drag from my cigarette. She stopped to think about it.

"Well I used to do drugs." She shrugged as if it were nothin' and I stared at her.

"Y'know that can kill ya." I stated.

"I know. But it helped relax me." I pulled into bucks and went up to my room.

"Sorry if my place is to dirty for ya." I threw some clothes into a pile.

"It's fine." She smiled and layed beside me on the bed. She leaned up and started kissing me. I kissed back but stopped her when she tried taking my shirt off. "What's wrong?"

"I don't think we should do this." I looked into her eyes.

"Why not?" She asked confused.

"Because. I actually kinda like you." I said quietly.

"The famous Dallas Winston likes the preachers daughter?" She smiled and sat up. "Who would've thought that?"

"I thought you didn't like being defined as the preachers daughter." I smirked and she rolled her eyes. "I just need to know if you're trying to get with me to make your dad mad." She stopped and looked like she was really thinking about it.

"No. I kinda like you too." She winked.

"Then how 'bout you be my girl." I smiled.

"I'd like that." She kissed me again. "Would you have asked me out if I had said I was usin' you?" She asked as we walked to my car.

"Probably." I smirked and she laughed. Never in a million years did I think I'd fall for the preachers daughter.