𝓑𝓪𝓫𝔂𝓓𝓸𝓵𝓵 (🟢)

12

I brought Dal to Buck's. The only place where we could just be alone. We sat down on the bed and it was a bit awkward. I don't think because of the argument, but just because we didn't have anything to say to eachother. Our heads were full of a tornado of thoughts, yet our mouths were sealed shut.
"What did you do to get into the cooler?" I asked at once, trying to break the silence. I knew Dal was proud of his wrong-doings, so it was a good move on my end.
"I robbed a store. They wouldn't sell me no booze so I had to steal it. I got busted, but the regular cops weren't there so I couldn't sweet talk." He let out his New York laugh before holding my hand.
"Where'd you get the bail money, BabyDoll?" I laughed too, knowing he'd be in disbelief.
"I robbed a gas station." He laughed and pulled me into his chest. He took off his shirt a little bit before.

I fell asleep, and woke up 'round 12 pm. Dal was still sleeping. That was the first time in a while that he'd just stayed in the bed with me.
I got up and got a drink of water before I sat down in front of Buck and smiled.
"I see you got 'ol Dal back. Good on y'all." He continued wiping the counters. I nodded and smiled. But did I really get him back? Or was he just pretending so he could hurt me again? Why did I have to worry about that? Why couldn't we just be happy and safe?