Heartbreak Hotel (outsiders x ftm!reader)

Zwei

(A/n: I forgot to mention that I will be including slight German lessons for y'all in this book, enjoy!)

I was walking down Maple st., to a mailbox that I've claimed as my own. "Junk, junk, junk..." then I saw a letter addressed to (b/n) Winston. I was even more surprised to see that it was sent by someone named "Dallas Winston". I was interested so I read it.

Dear (b/n)
        I really don't know how to say this. It was a really big shocker to hear from my old man that I have a kid sister. I'm assuming that you also live a pretty crappy life, so I'm inviting you to come live with me down in Tulsa, Oklahoma. It ain't so bad down here, you could stay ya Buck's, the lot, a hotel, or the Curtis house. I have a gang, we don't have a distinct leader, but we hang around in the Curtis house a lot. I can explain more when you come by.
                            -Dallas Winston

So, I have a big brother? Well, I really hope he doesn't over react when he finds out I'm a boy. I'll just tell him that our dad mistook my gender.

I headed over to my friend Cydni's house. She's really supportive of me and even protects me (even though I really don't need protected). I'll have to write her a letter every once in a while. After around 10 minutes, I was finished with packing my stuff, and made sure to not forget (d/n)'s stuff too.

(D/n) and I made our way down to the railroad tracks. A little birdie told me that it was going to Tulsa. Once we got there, I picked (d/n) up and jumped in an open car. The conductor didn't notice us as he quickly checked the cars. Then we were off. (D/n) put their head on my stomach and we both drifted off to sleep.

I woke up to the train stopping and blowing its horn. I peaked outside and saw a sign saying: TULSA TRAIN STATION. I hopped out, followed soon after by (d/n). I had only three locations to try and find: Buck's, the lot, or the Curtis house. I walked around trying to find someone who looked kind enough to give me directions.

I approached a diner called The Dingo. I went up to the cashier and asked for directions to Buck's, since the lot and the Curtis house seem like places only 'the gang' would know. "Never been there before, but I believe that if you go straight down Sutton, you'll see a square two story building with a red neon sign saying "Buck's".". "Thank you very much." And just like that, I followed the nice lady's directions.

When I made it there, I knocked on the door. A tall cowboy answered the door. There was cheap beer and music following him. Must be having a party or something. "Whatta ya want?" He asked in a deep country accent. "I'm looking for a Dallas Winston." "And why would you be looking for him?" "I'm his kid brother, now move it unless you wanna lose those bottom two teeth of yours.". He wasted no time moving out of my way. "He's upstairs in one of the rooms.". I ran past all of the people grinding on each other and up the stairs.

Once I found a door that wasn't "occupied", I knocked on it (obviously). After about ten seconds, a guy who looked just like me walked out. "Sorry, but I ain't taking any broads to bed tonight.". Just as he was about to close the door, I pushed it open and grabbed him by the collar of his shirt. "Listen here ya little punk, do I look like a slut to you? Well, I ain't, so stop assuming I'm here to get aids.". He looked me up and down and looked shocked "Damn, for a guy you sure do look like a girl, ya know, with your body
shape and facial structure.". "Whatever, I'm looking for a Dallas Winston.". "Well, here I am, so what is it?". I kept quiet when handing him the letter that he wrote to me. "But my old man said that I had a sister, not a brother." "He was obviously drunk when he told you that, because I am in fact a male.".

After that, we got to know each other better. Turns out we have a lot in common. "I guess you could sleep on that chair, trust me, it's very comfortable.". I simply nodded and got cozy on a green armchair in the corner. He was right, this thing is comfy.