"All of my wrongs, have led me right to you"
Aleah Johnson finds herself in deep shit when she discovers she has a crush on the biggest douche bag in Hawkins, who is not only Billy Hargrove, but her best friend.
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just a reminder that my bby Evan peters is Dallas <3 (I know this is tate but if y'all have seen AHS i'm going for more of a Kyle Spencer moment lmao)
Aleah Johnson
"Do you need me to do anything else before I leave?" I question Joyce as I seal up the last box before shoving it onto one of the shelves. She shakes her head and gives me a squeeze on the shoulder, telling me to go home and she'll close up.
"Okay well see you on Monday— goodnight" I say to her before I grab my stuff and leave. I'm not surprised to see that Dallas is already waiting for me outside, leaning against someone's car with his bike parked right next to him.
"Hey, thanks for picking me up" I say when I approach him, he smiles at me and hands me the helmet.
"Of course I wouldn't let you catch the bus home" He hums, holding his hand out to me to help me up onto his bike. In minutes my arms are wrapped tightly around his waist while the wind causes my hair to blow around. When we drive past my street, my eyebrows furrow in confusion and I pull my head up to question why he missed the turn.
"Oh we're not going home yet— we have a date to go on remember?" He says over the sound of the strong wind. I can't help the smile that grows on my face at the idea and just go along with it.
"If I knew we were going out in public I would've liked to dress up a bit more" I snort when I hop off of the bike and try to fix my hair as much as I can.
"Shut up, you look beautiful" He comments, tucking a loose strand behind my ear before he leads me toward the restaurant he already reserved a table in for us.
"Wow we do not have anything this fancy in Hawkins" I chuckle as I admire the decor of the restaurant, even the cutlery is high quality. Considering this restaurant was only half an hour outside of Hawkins— I'm surprised I've never heard of it.
"Figured, but I do like how small Hawkins is. It feels very homely" Dallas shrugs, gathering some pasta onto his fork before he shoves it into his mouth.
"Your food's not gonna run away Dally" I snicker, causing him to smile at my words— putting his fork down as he swallows his food.
"I like that" He hums, causing me to give him a confused look.
"Like what?"
"The name you just called me. No one's called me that before" He says, and I feel myself grow slightly nervous as I feel his eyes observe practically every aspect of my face.
"I figured I might as well find a nickname for you. Dallas is so... formal" I say nonchalantly, trying to play off the fact that I had been trying to think of a nickname for him for a while now.
