I Hate You | Dallas Winston [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter 6

It's been a month now, I'm getting way better. Shoulder's got a scar and my bruises are healed. Only one ain't fully but pretty close. Arm's still broken, got like a month left I think. My breathings getting better, I don't know what messed it up so much. Maybe it was that guy kicking me, or maybe the part where he sat on my chest, I don't remember that night well. Then again,
I knocked out.

Weird night to think about as soon as you wake up, huh? I'm gonna get the chestplate whatever the fuck it is on. (I actually have no idea if it's a real thing, I just made the chest thing up)

Pony also is sleeping in his own room too, forgot to say that. After like week two or two and a half he went back. Kinda upsetting since we talked a bunch. Whatever, I would wanna go back into my own room too. Dallas is out on the couch, he's pretty heavy sleeping most of the time. Wish I had something to prank on him with, right?

Got some sorta caffinated drink (you choose) from the fridge then walked over back into my room. It's like 6am. I don't know why I woke up but I think it would be funny to see everyones faces when they see I'm the first one awake this time. I'll make breakfast in like, an hour or two. Still the rules of the house, don't mind it and would cook right away but I'd rather the food not to be cold, right?

I got up from the bed and went to the bathroom instead, still holding the drink, I wanna find something to do.
I mean, the idea of annoying Dally is still funny.
Maybe draw something on his face. Don't know what though.
Staring at myself in the bathroom mirror, I remembered something. Ma had a makeup bag, right?
I own that bag. I refused for the boys to throw it away, I don't know if it was because of the fact it was new or since I didn't wanna let go of something mom used almost everyday.

I used to watch her do her makeup in the mirror.
Opening the cabnet under the bathroom sink I shoved around some soaps and usual stuff to grab out the bag.
It's dusty. I brang the bag with me out to the living room and opening it carefully. Even though Dallas is a heavy sleeper does not mean he won't wake up y'know. I don't wanna do it too bad, pounds of makeup on doesn't seem too great, but still enough so people would notice.
I put on him some weird face thing. I didn't think this out. It's gonna be so diffcult to make his eye makeup.
I know what this one is, eyeliner, I'll just do a simple sorta... wing? I can't remember these makeup terms.
I am 99% sure that means what it means.

He has one leg off the couch and the other bent up, convenient right? I'd have to go over him though. I don't want to. Have to either way right?

Small update, hovering over from infront of him. Um. He keeps moving sometimes and it makes me lose balance. I do not want to fall on him.

This was a horrible terrible idea and I mean it.

I gave him eyeshadow though. Debating on a red lipstick or like.. a 'mat' (matte) one. Black would be funny. Maybe the 'mat' one because it matches the eyeshadow. (I choked on a goldfish cracker while writing that if you wanted to know)

---Probably around a half hour passes (1hr around 30min in general)

"Mmwhat are you doing?-" Dallas mumbled, woke up (obviously) and was squinting at me. I cut him off by throwing my arms up while I stumbled backwards, off the couch, and on my head to the floor. (making a loud keyboard jumble irl noise obviously again)
My legs were still bending with my feet on the couch. Blood was rushing to my head (obviously times 3) and I started hearing the couch creek because of you-know-who sitting up.
Next thing I know, I see Dallas looking over at me from the armrest. The thing is, he was literally IN-BETWEEN MY LOWER LEGS UNCOMFORTABLY CLOSE.

I'm still holding the mascara bottle in my hands that were still up because my arms failed to stop me from hitting my head.

"I suppose you're not okay." he, still, is mumbling.
"What do you thiNK HELP ME UP DUMBNUTS."
"Right, right"
I swear to FUCK this guy doesn't know how to pick people up in situations like this because he reached over and grabbed me by the lower torso like he couldn't have stood up.

"Y/N."
"What."
"Why."
"Why what."
"What do you think??" I admit he looks funny in a full-face makeup. I meant to make it simple but it was too fun.

"I felt like it," I snickered. "And you simply were there so why not."
I was smiling, he facepalmed, and I heard footsteps from my room first.

"What happened?" Soda was slumped over rubbing his eye leaning on the doorframe. Dally looked over right as when Soda opened his eyes. And guess who started laughing?
Other footsteps were getting louder as they were coming closer. I soon saw all my brothers. Pony and Darry noticed quick. Pony smiling, obviously holding back, and Darry chuckled and walked off. Soda was laughing the loudest. He calmed down a bit, still smiling, and "Well how-dy who might this fine lady be?" Then started laughing hard again. Pony want just standing there laughing but not as noticeable.

I started packing up ma's makeup and walked into my room to put it away like nothing happened. Back into the bathroom it goes.

Walking out I saw everyone at the kitchen island counter thing. Pony was handing Dallas wipe after wipe while Soda had his head down on the island. Muffled laughing was basically the only thing you could hear with dumb jokes with even more laughing. Dallas obviously reacted saying "Oh shut it," while struggling to get everything off.

"Really? All so soon? I was proud of that y'know," I chuckled, leaning on the island counter.
"Oh yeah? Well your 'work' won't even come off my face," he said through his teeth. This is the first time I've heard him angry. Soda's laughing calmed down until Pony joined in with those dumb jokes saying "You'd be a great drag queen" quietly. He slipped off the island counter while Pony laughed out.

Nobodies gonna let Dal live this one down for a long time, even though I was the one who did it.

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We all ended up making breakfast together, and Dallas also ended up getting the makeup off his face.. after a pack of wipes later. I think he was being dramatic, I didn't put THAT much on him.

I'm going back to work next week too. I actually can't wait, kinda missed bothering Steve every minute he wasn't working on a car.

He doesn't visit here at home often.

I went out to the parking lot us all hang out at. Just me this time, again, but it's peaceful.

I don't wanna leave. I got like 6 hours time though, 5 something pm right now. I could take the chance of getting scolded by Darry. Eh depends on how I feel later. Right now I just feel like sitting here.

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