It only took a few hours for Dal to sober up, and thank God. I had so much anger built up, and he was my main victim.
"Why did you leave? I don't understand Dal." He looked at me as his eyes started to grow a bit angry.
" 'Course you don't understand. I'm always the "ignorant" one, but really you're just a hypocrite!"
"Dally you had no reason to just up and leave! None at all! Give me one good reason why you left me and even put yourself at risk! Cmon, do it!" He sat there, his head hung low. I nodded and scoffed.
"So don't call me the hypocrite if you don't even have a good reason for leaving me ALONE at Buck's after stealing a bunch of booze. Seriously Dal, what the hell has gotten into you?" I probably sounded like I was trying to be his mom or something. He didn't like it though. He wasn't talking either. He just stared at the floor.
"Dal...?" I held his chin up, tears were rolling down his cheek. I'd never seen Dallas Winston cry. Dallas Winston never cried.
"I'm sorry Jenn. I really am. I don't want to lose you..." There it was. The only time I ever cried in front of Dallas Winston.
"Oh cmon....Dal you'll never lose me. Not a chance." I rubbed his eyes and tears. We shared a kiss, and it reminded me of our very first time hanging out with eachother.
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أدب المراهقينfirst person POV Jennison and Dallas had been exclusive for a few months, before some fuck ups popped up. The tea started to bubble as Jennison began to develop a resentment towards her lover.
