The Outsider's Imagines

i love you - d.w.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~y/n~

"I didn't mean it!" Dally begged. You could see the tears in his eyes. Dallas Winston never cried. 

"I swear to god, Winston, this is the last straw!" you sobbed, wiping angry tears off of your eyes. Your right cheek still stung a bit from the impact, but it didn't hurt as much as how you're heart hurt. As much as you hated him, you loved him. And nothing would be able to stop that. "We're done." 

"Please!" Dally cried, grabbing onto your hands, tears running down his cheeks. "Please-" his voice broke. You hated seeing him like this. He had never looked so vulnerable before. It was like the walls came down for the first time, and instead of seeing a seventeen-year-old, tough-as-nails hoodlum, you finally saw the fear and sadness in his eyes. Stranded outside, wandering the streets at just ten years old. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him, and breaking eye contact from his sorrowful eyes, you ripped your hand out of his. 

"No," you said, sternly. "I'm sorry." 

As you ran out of Buck's, you could feel the sharp pain in your heart. You had never experienced a true heartbreak before, and you never wanted to experience it ever again. And as you ran into your best friend Soda's arms, you started sobbing. Soda didn't ask any questions, he just let you cry to him and brought you a cup of tea and some chocolate cake. 

"What happened?" he eventually asked as you stopped hyperventilating. 

"He..." you began. You couldn't seem to think straight.

"He what? Who?" Soda asked, concerned and kneeling in front of you.

"Dallas!" you said, starting to tear up again. Soda quickly wrapped you in his arms, gently swaying you to try to get you calm again. "He... he hit me," you managed to get out. Soda's eyes immediately turned fiery, blazing with rage.

"He what?" he asked, standing up. 

"Soda!" you begged, for him to calm down. But he was already gone.

------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ~ dally ~

"Winston!" 

Soda roared, bursting into my bedroom and immediately tackling me onto the bed. The picture frame of Y/N and I immediately flew out of my hands and shattered against the wall as Soda pinned me down, punching me on the side repeatedly. I didn't even try to stop him.

"You- hurt- her!" Soda yelled. "You son of a bitch!"

As a tear streamed down my cheek, Soda slowed down and hopped off of me. "Dally?" he asked, apologetically and worriedly. I slowly sat up and Soda sat down next to me. "I'm sorry," he said, softly. I nodded, burying my head in my hands.

"I'm so stupid-" I huffed, hiding my face from Soda. 

"What happened? The whole story?" Soda asked, putting his hand on my shoulder reassuringly. I whirled my head around and whacked his hand off. Soda's eyes widened at the sight of my bloodshot eyes and tear-stained cheeks.

Eventually, I told him. We had gotten into an argument about her talking to one of her male friends, so I told her to stop talking to him. She had yelled at me for being overprotective and jealous and asked why I was allowed to flirt with other girls and she wasn't even allowed to talk to other guys. The conversation gradually worsened, and eventually resulted in her calling me a man-whore. And then, I wasn't thinking straight, so I hit her. 

"Damn," Soda said, after hearing the whole story. "But then again, she ain't wrong-"

I shot him a glare, and he immediately shut up. "Look, the point is, you guys had a fight. Couples fight, man. Alright? The important thing is that if you still love her, you need to go get her."

I smiled a bit. "I never thought I'd take advice from you, Curtis," I said, wiping my eyes a bit and slipping on my jacket.

"Well, I never thought I'd beat up Dallas Winston," Soda joked.

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------~Y/N~

You heard a knock on the door of Soda's bedroom, where you were curled up in a ball on Soda and Pony's bed.

"It's Soda," came the voice. 

You wiped the tears off of my eyes and opened the door. You saw Soda, but behind him, was none other than the devil himself -Dallas Winston. You immediately tried to slam the door shut straight in his face, but he jammed it with his foot and pushed it open. 

"Get out!" You shouted, but he quickly grabbed you in a tight hug, resting his head in the nook of my shoulder and whispering a million apologies into my ear. As much as you tried pushing him off of me, he stayed put until you eventually gave in.

"I'm so, so, sorry, Y/N. If there was a bigger word for 'sorry', I'd say it. Y/N, I don't want to lose you. I swear, I didn't mean it. I wasn't thinking. I'm such a stupid jerk- I don't deserve you. But I do love you," he breathed.

He... loved you? He was serious? He meant it? "Really?" you asked, through gentle tears.

"More than anything in the world. More than beating up Socs, chasing little kids, shoplifting cigarettes, or even my police record! I love you." 

You wiped the tear off of your face and immediately hugged him back. "I think... I think I love you too." 

"You think?" he asked, his cocky nature coming back into play. He smirked at you, lacing his fingers into yours.

"I love you, Dallas," you said. "I'm sorry too."

"Lord, the suspense is killing me. Would you both just shut up and kiss already?" Soda chimed in, chuckling.

"Get out, Soda," you both said simultaneously. Soda hastily left and you burst into laughter. Dally picked me up, spun me around and kissed me. This time, it wasn't rough or lustful. It was slow, passionate, and meaningful. And I knew that it would be alright.