The Girl who Saved Dallas Winston (A Dally Fanfic)

14. Learning to Drive

I eagerly watch out my window, waiting for Dallas to drive me in his stupid truck, a part of me is not too sure if he will actually show up.

I decided to wear a simple striped T-shirt and some denim shorts. I can't help but look at my reflection over and over while waiting for the honk of Dallas's horn.

Realizing that my Aunt and Mother are just in the house next door, I decide to head to the porch to wait. Not risking the sound of Dallas's horn exposing us.

Not more than 5 minutes pass before his car finally pulls up. Trying not to appear too excited I run to his car.

"Hey," He exclaims as I get into the truck.

"Hey," I reply, not too sure what else to say.

Without another word, he begins to drive. I watch him carefully. How the veins in his hand pop slightly when grasping onto the steering wheel. How his eyes look so dark even when concentrated. His hair- oh his hair is perfect.

"I really am sorry about last night," I finally say.

"I don't want to talk about it,"

"No, but I do. Dallas, you have to know-"

"I don't. I didn't decide to pick you up today to think about Soda's tongue down your throat,"

"That's not fair-"

"Isn't it?"

I don't reply to him. Instead, I watch the road ahead of me as we make our way out of the bulk of the city. After about 10 minutes of silence, we find our way onto a lot, one that looks somewhat familiar.

"Hey, is the cemetery up there?" I ask referring to the road ahead of us.

"Yeah, why?"

"My grandparents are buried there. My mother went to visit them the other day but I wasn't invited,"

"Oh," Dallas replies, "Would you like to?"

"Like to what?" I ask my eyes glued on the road.

"To visit them?" He clarifies and it takes me a second to reply.

"Sure," I reply calmly.

Without another word, Dallas starts the car once more and we make our way towards the road. We quickly make our way up the the grounds and Dallas gently asks me to lead the way.

  It takes me about 10 minutes to find their graves. I haven't been here in years. Fresh flowers sit atop the marble markings. Flowers I bought the other day. Flowers I bought with Soda.

  Dallas stays silent, giving me enough room to take it all in.

  Gently I sink to the ground. Carefully I rub my finger across their names. I miss them. I didn't know them very well but that doesn't mean I can't miss them. Can't imagine what life would be like if they were still here. I remember some things from visiting them. How my grandmother used to insist on brushing my hair. She loved my golden locks, the hair from my Father. The smell of her cookies loomed in the house. The stench of Grandpa's cigars.

  I don't realize how much time has passed, it could have been a minute or an hour and I wouldn't have noticed. And then I remembered that Dallas is here with me. I turn to him, quickly wiping my eyes before standing up.

  "Time to learn how to drive is it?" I ask trying not to seem too glum.

  "How did they die?" Dallas asks on the way back to the hidden lot.

  "My grandfather had a stroke, my grandmother couldn't bear the heartache, and being alone killed her," I reply, "I should not need to mourn that hard, I didn't know them too well after all,"