Heartbreak Hotel (outsiders x ftm!reader)

Drei

(A/n: I'm copy and pasting this from docs since I wrote this on there before I decided to make it public, so if there's any spelling mistakes, please tell me!!)

We were walking back up Sutton for some breakfast at the Dingo, according to Dally, they make great waffles. "I swear, whoever cooks these must be a baking witch." Dally said in a "mysterious" voice. "You keep telling yourself that, hood" "Don't knock it till you try it, man-girl." Considering it's been a whole week of us living together, we've both developed nicknames for the other. His was obvious, mine was because of my feminine body. A bell dinged as we walked into the coffee-smelling diner. Dally walked us over to a tall table on the east wall of the diner, which had a big window covering it to show the sunrise. Back in New York, I'd watch the sunrise and sunset, just to calm my nerves. A waitress in her mid-twenties came up to us after about eight minutes "Dallas Winston, let me guess, a stack of waffles with a ton of whipped cream on top?". Guess he really does come here just for the waffles. "You know it, Mary, just do that twice, my kid brother has to try some." The waitress looked very surprised, considering that nobody has ever thought of Dallas Winston to have a family. "Alright, you wanna dink, Little Winston?" "Just a vanilla coffee, bitte.". They both look confused at what I had just said, so I explained that my best friend in New York is German and had taught me Deutsch (German, yw for teaching y'all some words in this book). "So that little friend of yours, uh,-" "Cydni." "Yeah, her. We're you two just friends or were ya dating?". Great, now I have to try and not tell him that I'm gay and would never be interested in a female (romantically). "Well, she's engaged to this banker, I don't think she'd go for me instead." Good save y/n, good save. "Ya know, I got a gang that I'd like to introduce you to, just so you could get some friends, being the new kid from New York is hard.". We continued talking more about his gang, they seemed like my type of guys. The waitress soon walked up with our waffles and syrup, she brought the coffee while talking about Steve. By the sound of it, I'll like him. I forgot to mention I'm a car person. I've always wanted to be a mechanic, but the closest that I could get was fixing cars for people on the streets of New York for some money. Dally basically inhaled his waffles, but I took my time enjoying the sweetness of the heavenly waffles. I'm really starting to like this place.