The outsiders one-shots/ headcannons/ imagines

Pick up

Bucks pov

The clock in the kitchen read 9am. 3 hours to go. Three hours until the hurricane that was Dallas Winston came back into my life, probably with a flurry of new stories and complaints.

He had been arrested and thrown in the cooler again. This time it was for assault and battery. He jumped some rich kid or something and got two months. That had come and passed quick enough and today was his release.

Honestly, I was looking forward to it. Dally was interesting to be around- even if he was fighting and causing trouble every two minutes. When he wasn't in a foul mood, he was a great guy . Once at the rodeo a guy was going at us and Dally turned in and kept whispering insults about the guy to me. Also, we'd get talking sometimes at night. He'd just walk in my room like he owned the house and start talking.

Since his arrest I hadn't been having many parties. Partially because it was boring without him bringing some kind of action to it, but mostly because the parties were mainly for when a rodeo was won. And without him, there wasnt many wins. For a young kid, and a Yankee one at that. He was strangely good at jockeying, so much so that people thought he fixed races for me.

The phone loudly rang, startling me. I shut of this radio and answered. "Hello?" I asked. "Hello, is this Buck Merril?" A serious voice asked. "Yes, it is" I said. "Would I be correct in saying you are to pick up Dallas Winston at noon today?" He asked. "Pretty sure yeah. Is there an issue?" I said, confused. "No, but we do need you to do some paper work." He said. "Alright, will do." I responded and hung up.

I got ready and checked on the horses down at the stable before heading to the county jail. Before I got out, I threw a packet of Kools on the passenger seat. Dallys favourite cigarettes. I walked in the doors and talked to the officers for a few minutes. They handed me some papers and made me sign my name and address.

A few minutes later they brought Dally out, still in handcuffs and the prison uniform. He had a few bruises on his face, unsurprisingly. He liked fighting in prison. He had a new close cut haircut. Once they checked the paperwork, gave both of us the once-over and lectured Dallas a bit, they uncuffed him. "Better not see you again in the next sixth months at least." An officer said. "Ah, I can't make promises boss." Dally joked.

We left the building. "Nice hair" I joked. Dally rolled his eyes and grinned. Then we both began laughing like jackasses outside the county jail . "Man, can we go to the Dingo? I need real food" Dally asked.
"You gonna pay?" I joked. He flipped me off and opened the car door. He grinned when he saw the Kools and smoked about three in a row.

We drove up to the Dingo and sat down in a booth. Dally was his old self, flirting with the waitress and loudly calling over to a group of teenage greasers.

"So, d'ya miss me?" Dally asked, putting down his third cheeseburger. He'd practically eaten the whole menu twice over. "Nope. Great break I had. Didn't have to put up with the fuzz coming around or Tim Shepard bangin my door tryna kick your head in" I replied, deadpan. "For real though. I think I did kiddo, you're my kid brother at this point" I then said. He chuckled "Buck don't get soft" he said and took a sip of coke. But he smiled when he said it and we both knew he was grateful. Even if he never would admit it.