The Outsiders Imagines

5: Dally Imagine

"Uuughhhh, I hate you!!!!" you screamed before slamming the front door to your house. You and your parents had gotten into another argument. This time it was about how you never 'pulled your weight' around the house. Come on, it was a family home, not some crew ship, and not to mention, you had cooked the meals for the past two weeks while your parents went off on their 'breaks,' as they liked to call them. That was really them getting away from having to take care of their kids for a while.

You ran off the porch onto the sidewalk and sprinted as far as you could. The tears in your eyes made it hard for you to see where you were going. Suddenly, you smacked into someone.

"Hey!" the person groaned.

"I am so sorry!" you apologized, wiping your eyes to clear your vision."I wasn't watching where I was going. Sorry." You started to walk around the person, who you couldn't bring yourself to look up at. Mostly because you were embarrassed and because you were scared.

"Don't worry about it, Doll face," the person said. "Where you headed to in such a rush, anyway?"

You finally looked at the guy. He was extrmemly cute, in a leather jacket and greased back hair. "Uh... It's not really where I'm going, so much as where I'm leaving."

"Ah. Parents givin' ya a hard time, huh?" he asked, knowingly. "Mine did for a while, before they stopped caring."

"Mine don't care, but they don't want anyone else to know that, so they pretend." You sighed. "I just had to get away."

"Hey, I get it. Don't wanna be a victim of authority." He smirked at you, and you were grateful that it was dark out because you were sure you were blushing fiercely. "That'd be no fun."

"Yeah," you replied. "You're Dallas Winston, right?" You already knew that, but you wanted to be sure.

"The one and only," he bowed, with mock grandness, "but you can call me Dally. What's your name, Sweetheart?"

You laughed at his gesture. "Y/N."

"That's a pretty name, for a pretty gal," Dally stated.

You felt your cheeks heat up again. "Thank you," you mumbled. "Well, I'd better head on. I gotta be no where pretty soon." You both laughed.

"Okay, then. I'll see ya 'round, Y/N," Dally promised, smirking again.

"Sure thing, Dally." With that, you continued down the sidewalk, thinking about when you'd next see Dallas Winston.

I'm just gonna say this. I suck at bad boy types. I end up making them very stereotypical, and they end up being really fake. I tried not to do that with Dally, so I hope it worked. M'kay.

~Mariah

(P.S. Did anyone catch my song reference?)