Dallas X Male Reader

Chapter 2

I don't remember much from the time we started getting boozed up, the boys had cancelled their work the next day to celebrate with me. I do remember though, I had woke up when everyone was still asleep and decided it would be fun to do a little graffiti. Not on buildings though...

My target was Dallas Winston. It was brave to had woken me from such a slumber, genuinely scaring me to death, so now he was gonna get it. I remember Two talking about how he had stolen a purse of makeup from one of the Soc's girls for fun, so that was what I ended up searching for. It didn't take too long, though, because I had already assumed it would be in the bathroom. I don't know why I did it, maybe because of the fact that I wanted to find something to do, or because the idea of annoying Dally was funny. Even though Dal is a heavy sleeper, it didn't mean he wouldn't wake up. So I didn't wanna do it too bad, pounds of makeup on Dal didn't seem too great, but I still wanted to put enough so that the guys would notice.

I didn't think this out. I thought about how difficult it would be to make his eye makeup, and just went for it. He had one leg off the couch and the
other bent up, convenient right? I'd had to go over him though. I didn't want to, but I had to either way.

Hovering over Dal, I started applying foundation from my simple knowledge of makeup. He would keep moving and it would make me lose balance. I did NOT want to fall on top of him.

This was a horrible, terrible, idea and I
mean it.

I wound up giving him dark red eyeshadow that blended into lighter pink with the most luscious lashes. Dallas actually had pretty, long lashes I don't know why I had never noticed before. But now, I definitely could. I also gave him matching lipstick, red being the absolute most iconic color, especially on him. I kept trying not to laugh in this process, but about an hour into it, I had surely lost a ball.

"Mmh...what are you doing?" Dallas mumbled, squinting his eyes open at me, tossing his head around.

I cut him off by throwing my arms up and tumbled backwards off the couch, my head hitting the ground making a loud keyboard jumbling sound, probably waking the whole house up. My eyes were most likely bulging out my head, my legs still bent upwardly as blood continued to rush to my head. I heard the couch creak, you-know-who looking down at me from the arm rest in-between my lower legs being uncomfortably close to me.

Still holding the mascara bottle in my hands that were still up, with my arms that failed to stop me from hitting my head, Dallas goes on saying, "I suppose you aren't okay?" still mumbling.

"Obviously not," I argued, rubbing my head. "Are you gonna help me up?"

"Right, right."

Dallas stood up and lifted me from under my arms til' I could reach the floor. A few seconds passed before he continued.

"Y/N."

"What?" I asked.

"Why," he sighed.

"Why what?" I pondered.

"What do you think."

I admit, he looks funny in a face full of makeup. I meant to make it simple but it was too fun.

"I felt like it," I snickered. "Plus, you freaked me out earlier. I thought Ponyboy had gotten kidnapped or something."

I was smiling wide again as Dallas faceplamed and I started to hear footsteps coming.

"What happened?" Soda inquired, slumped over, rubbing his eye while leaning on the doorframe.

Dal looked over right when Soda finished rubbing his eyes and guess who burst out laughing...