The door opens
Dally: did I wake you up
Storm: no I couldn't sleep
Dally: me either scoot over (you scoot over and he sits beside you in your bed) whatcha can't sleep for
Storm: just thinkin bout earlier today
Dally: yeah me too you ok
Storm: scars heal on the outside but takes longer on the inside (he puts his arm around you and pulls you closer you put your head on his shoulder) how'd it go with Silvia
Dally: yelling pacing more yelling arguing and I ended it she said she didn't need me anyway and left but didn't leave with out slamming the door and flippin the bird
Storm: I'm sorry
Dally: nah it's ok she was toxic she does this thing where she gets a new boyfriend gets bored of em then comes back to me because she "misses me"
Storm: and you always go back?
Dally: I did, not anymore tho I'm not gonna waist all my energy on her I'm done
Storm: that's health
Dally: yeah just promise me you won't go back to that jerk
Storm: I promise I mean after this time its definitely over
Dally: good.........hey I could uh kinda use a.......favor
Storm: what's up
Dally: this might sound stupid but it's a big deal to me
Storm: Dal just tell me
Dally: (inhale exhale) I need you to be my fake girlfriend
Storm: what?! Why
Dally: well my friend said if I get in trouble for another stupid reason he's gonna have to let me outta the house
Storm: where do I come in
Dally: I kinda told him I was protecting a girl when I got hit
Storm: I still don't understand
Dally: I also told him the girl was my girlfriend
Storm: and you had Silvia at the time so your plan was ruined when you guys broke up so you want me to pretend to be your girlfriend in order to have a livin place
Dally: yes
Storm: (exhale) ok I'll do it
Dally: yes thank you stormy
Storm: buttttt!! What do I get out of it
Dally: anything you want
Storm: I want ice cream
Dally: (chuckles) you got it but let's get it tomorrow you need sleep
Storm: ok
Dally: I hope you know I'm not using you it's just this is the only place I got to go and I wouldn't use you I'm not at all that shallow
Storm: I know Dal don't worry now get some sleep
Dally: yeah yeah (you relax and you both go to sleep)
The morning
You wake up with arms around and facing your window you hear light snoring you sigh
Dally: (he looks over to see if you're awake) hey
Storm: hey (he takes his arm off you)
Dally: sorry bout the arm (he was talking about the arm around you) (dally had one of his arms stretched out over the pillow you were laying on it)
Storm: (giggles) its fine (you turn to face him) sorry your arms probably numb
Dally: no it's cool (you both sit up) I better get goin before your dad comes in here
Storm: ok.....hey and thanks....I was a little wound up last night and it was good to have comfort
Dally: you're welcome and thank you for helping.......fake girlfriend (you giggle and he smirks at you then sits in his wheelchair and rolls up to your bed you lean down and hug him then kiss him on the cheek) bye doll get use to me callin you that
Storm: (you giggle) bye Dal (he leaves and after a couple minutes of tv your doctor comes in you turn off the tv) hey doc what's up
Doc: we are gonna start you on crutches so when you get out of here you know how to walk on crutches
Storm: oh...ok!!
Doc: we'll have another patient helping you because the only pt that was available just got the flu
Storm: oh ok
Doc: if you can get in your wheelchair I'll take you there now
Storm: ok (you get in your chair) I need to tell my parents they might stop by later
Doc: that's fine (he wheels you to your moms room you tell them then start to the persons room you get there and he knocks)
Guy: COME IN!! (Doc opens the door and there's a couple guys in there)
Doc: is this a bad time
Guy: no no come in (you wheel yourself in)
Doc: Miss Presley this is your helper Mr Winston he's been with us many times
Dally: hey Storm (he stands up and walks to you (he's shirtless) and hugs you)
Storm: so you're gonna be my care taker
Dally: guess so
Doc: ah you've already met
One guy walks up to you
Steve: hey shawty (awkward)
Two: hey darlin (awkward) (dally looks down at you and smiles)
Dally: hey babygirl
Storm: oh say less (if yk the tiktok)
Dally: (laughs) she's my girlfriend actually (his eyes flicker to you then those guys then back to the doctor)
Doc: ah well that worked out for both of you
Storm: yup
Doc: well I'll leave ya to it (he leaves)
Storm: so......
Dally: right....guys this is Storm....my girlfriend
Steve: so she is real
Storm: you must be Steve
Steve: how'd ya know
Storm: dally told me all about y'all movie star looks you're soda taller one you're Darry Mickey Mouse you're Two-bit bookworm you're pony and dally 2.0 you're Johnny
Darry: wow good memory
Storm: well he talks about y'all none stop (you give them a warm smile)
Darry: how'd you get in the hospital
Storm: me and my mom got into a car accident the night of the shooting
Soda: are you ok
Storm: yeah I'm fine I walked away with a broke leg concussion and a burnt arm
Two: well you didn't walk away
Dally: Two!!
Storm: well I guess you're right (you giggle)
Two: see she gets my humor
Storm: I think I saw you at school before (to pony)
Pony: y yeah you're in one of my classes
Storm: you're 14 right
Pony: y yeah I got put in more advanced classes
Storm: oh that's cool....... Johnny come here (he walks over to you and bends down) (you whisper) you're dals favorite
Johnny: (soft smile)
Storm: you don't gotta be so shy I don't bite (you nudge his shoulder)
Dally: doll you ready to walk
Storm: I don't know haven't walked in days
Dally: well I'm gonna help you let's go (he throws on a shirt then you guys go in the hallway he helps you stand then gives you the crutches you shake a little he puts his hands on your waist to steady you (nervousness fills your body your face turns bright red) you got it
(You nod and start to walk by yourself)
Storm: hey I'm doin it
Dally: you are doll you are
Storm: (one of the crutches slides and you start to fall but someone catches you it's dally he looks in your eyes) hey
Dally: hey
Steve: please don't make out (dally helps you stand up and you both nervous laugh)
Dally: ok come on girly (you guys walk and you start getting good at it but you need to take a breath so you sit down on a hall bench) you ok?
Storm: yeah my leg is just tired you ok how's your breathing
Dally: it's fine
Storm: come on sit down you need to watch it I'm worried
Dally: I'm fine
Storm: does it have to do with the gun shot
Dally: no I just smoke way to damn much
Storm: well that's probably why (you both laugh he looks up and then kisses you you pull away) what's this??!
Dally: just go along with it (you do he makes out with you you were to into the kiss and honestly so was he)
Darry: ah ah ah 14 year old present keep it pg (you both pull away)
Dally: what's up
Darry: we're bouta leave the doc said you could leave at the end of week
Dally: really? Hell yeah hey baby girl you know when you're leaving
Storm: no they ain't told me nothin yet
Dally: ok thanks man (fist bump they leave) sorry for the attack (you nod) come on let's go get some food (you guys go to the cafeteria get food and sit down at one of the tables) hey you ok you look a little pale
Storm: my head hurts a little but I'm fine.....so whatcha wanna talk bout
Dally: I don't know
Storm: you're so closed off I wonder about you
Dally: like what
Storm: like um no grease but a greaser gunshot but by who and why why does he sleep shirtless what's up with his reputation and he "gets around" the "bad guy" of the bunch
Dally: no grease because I just don't like it it's hard to get outta my hair I got shot by someone I knew from back in New York he came to pay me a visit from my dad things got outta had and he shot I sleep shirtless because it's the most comfortable my reputation I have a record here and a record in New York somethin I'm proud of and by "get around" I mean people say I sleep around but I actually like bein in relationships you know have someone to spoil and by "bad guy" I mean I've been in and out since 10 the smoker drinker type
Storm: hm like bein in relationships someone to spoil (you smirk)
Dally: yeah you know just have someone to hold and walk around with
Storm: wow......you're a secret simp
Dally: haha (you giggle) nah it's just I'm never in a healthy relationship even now I mean it's fake
Storm: hey you chose it to be fake
Dally: it could not be fake?
Storm: maybe
Dally: hm? How bout we talk bout it tomorrow here I'll pick you up at 7
Storm: ohhhh smooth
Dally: (chuckles) is that a yes
Storm: if I show up it's a yes fake boyfriend
Dally: I'll be waitin fake girlfriend
You guys finish then he takes you back his room
Storm: wow I like what you've done with the place it says 'I'm boring and don't decorate'
Dally: well I really didn't need my stuff here so I left it.....hey mind if I smoke
Storm: it's your room knock ya self out....just don't literally knock yourself out (he chuckles and pulls up a chair to the window and opened it you sit back in your wheelchair and wheel over to him)
Dally: this view sucks
Storm: I know there's literally nothin to see (knocking)
Dally: oh shit (he throws his cigarette out the window) here spray this (he hands you a bottle of air freshener and you spray it he stands up and walks to the door and pokes his head out) what
Tim: how ya doin Dal
Dally: I'm fine
Tim: not what I heard
Dally: (exhales) come in (he lets the guy in you don't recognize him)
Tim: oh....hey
Storm: hi (dally flops down on his bed you wheel to his side)
Tim: are you the one he took a bullet for (dally chuckles)
Dally: no it's a lie so Darry won't kick my ass out but for now she's my fake girlfriend (he puts his arms around your waist and pulls you up to his bed
Tim: what happened
Storm: car accident then run in with my boyfriend....ex boyfriend roughed me up
Tim: sorry
Storm: Dal kicked his ass and literally drug him out
Tim: sounds like em
Dally: damn I thought you were a nurse or somethin I threw my cancer stick out the window
Tim: (laughs)
Storm: well he needs to lay off or the lung cancer demon'll get em
Dally: (chuckles) I'm fine
Tim: well came to rub it in your face that there's a rumble tonight
Dally: damn with Socs?
Tim: yeah
Dally: my boys in it?
Tim: yep
Dally: oh well they anit tell me shit
Tim: also you're in the paper
Dally: dead or alive written under it
Tim: nope
Dally: 'JD saves girl from vicious beater boyfriend' damn it
Storm: it's in the paper!!?? Why didn't my parents tell me bout this? Shit shit shit shit shit they know everything from my accident to the fight ugh uh listen Dal I gotta go break the news to my parents that there daughter is on the newly victim bored
Dally: ok stormy see ya later (you slide off the bed and sit in your chair) (he smirks at you you smile back then lean up and kiss his cheek)
Storm: bye Dal see ya (you leave and go to your moms room) mom dad did you see the paper
Mom: no what's up sweetie
Storm: they've got a story on me (you give them the paper) daddy I don't want this I don't want to go to school and have people look at me and talk out how my ex boyfriend beat me
Malik: I'll see what I can do but remember sweetheart everything always passes
Storm: I hope
Jenny: honey you should go get some sleep
Storm: ok (you go to your room) (exhale you reach over to your bedside table and pick up the phone) it's Storm ya busy
Dally: no what's up
Storm: can't sleep
Dally: ok I'm on my way over
Storm: wait you don't have t- (hangs up you giggle)
10 minutes later
(Dally knocks)
Storm: come in (dally comes in then gets out of his wheelchair and hopes in your bed you lay your head on his shoulder) thanks
Dally: I came as fast as I could
Storm: I know I saw you throw on a shirt and jump in your seat (you both laugh he wraps his arms around you your breath shutters and gets hitched in your throat) (inhales)
Dally: this ok (you turn to the side and wrap your arms around his abdomen he keeps his arms around you)
Storm: yeah it's ok
Dally: you ok you still a little pale
Storm: my head still hurts
Dally: I'm sorry get some rest that might help
Storm: ok (you drift to sleep)
Dally's POV
This girl this girl I think I've gone mad I'm cuddling with her I ran over here because she couldn't sleep oh my god I am a simp I feel her relax and I know she's asleep I go to sleep too but then I wake up to shaking
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Falling for Winston
FanfictionYou are 17 year old Storm Presley you have long brown almost black wavy hair and grey eyes you are 5'7 you go to school but hate it you don't have many friends you're a greaser