Dallas Winston - 𝕀𝕞𝕒𝕘𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤/ℍ𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕔𝕒𝕟𝕠𝕟𝕤

♡︎addicted

I'm addicted to the way he smokes.
I'm addicted to the way he walks.
I'm addicted to his accent.
I'm addicted to the way he talks.
I'm addicted to his hair.
I'm addicted to his lips, and his stare.
But most importantly i'm addicted to a thug,
Who's strongest addiction is me.

"What'dya think?" She asked Pony after reading her poem to him. He sat and stared at her and smiled. "Wow, y/n, didn't know you could write like that."

"It came to me and I couldn't let it slip away." She said and took a red pen from his cup and wrote "to my loverboy, dw" with a small heart next to it. She always had a creative mind, it came to her mostly at night. When she was listening to music, when she was reading a book, she always had something to write in response. It's how her and Ponyboy spent so much time together, writing and reading and criticizing their stuff.

"I mean I knew you could write and all but not poems," He said and she smiled and looked down, blushing, proud of herself. She folded it and looked at him again. "Should I?"

"I dunno, y/n. You know Dal isn't the poem type of guy." He said and she only giggled. "If I give it to him and leave it be I'm sure he'd appreciate it."

"You're right." He said and she smiled again and stood up and walked out of his room. She walked down the street, careful, but not too scared. She knew he'd be out today, it was a nice day, how could he not?

She strolled along the town until she found him upon a light post smoking like he always was. She walked up behind him and pecked his cheek and he looked around in surprise and saw her. He smiled and kissed her longer as she hid the note behind her back.

"Nice to see you," He said and she blushed. She looked around and handed him the note and winked. "See you around, Winston." Which basically meant see you tonight at the Curtis's.

She turned around and heard him open it and she walked happily back to Ponyboy's house, to write some more.