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"HEY MISS AMERICANA" DALLY SMIRKED AS HE APPROACHED IRIS
"Miss Americana? where'd that come from?" Iris laughed as she stopped in front of him, his back leaning against a car in the parking lot of the Dingo. He smirked and looked at her up and down with lust, practically eating her with his eyes. She was wearing a crimson red babydoll top with a black skirt and white tights. A large heart necklace hung loosely around her neck.
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"It just reminds me of those Americans girls.. the one you see on those magazines." He stared, pulling a pack of cigarettes out from his back pocket. He pulled one out, flicking a match on his necklace, igniting an orange flame before hovering it at the end of the cancer stick. "Want one?" Dallas offered as he held out an extra cigarette, handing it to Iris after she nodded. He lit another match, yet again lighting a cigarette, only this time it were hers. "You ready to go?" Dally asked before taking a few steps toward the door, Iris following behind.
They both stepped foot into the Dingo, looking around for a clear booth before they found one in the very back. The table top was shiny and smelt of chlorine as it had just been freshly wiped down. Iris saw her boss peaking at the both of them from the corner of her eye. She hadn't worked in a few days as she had been too busy to pick up shifts, which Fred wasn't too happy about. Nonetheless, she continued about her business as her and Dally chatted away about nothing.
Something that made Dally's friendship with Iris different from the rest was the fact that she was the only person that could truly talk to. Everyone else he always held back with.
He would sugarcoat things or give half assed responses if he wasn't really into the conversation, even when with his best buddy, Johnny Cade— who everyone knew as the kid who had been horribly jumped by the Soc's and was Dally's rusty "side kick", if you could even call him that. He was more of a little pet that Dally and his gang strung around as if he were on a leash.
But with Iris, she was special. It was the trope that was in all books that Iris had read before, the bad boy gone soft for the good girl. And of course, what follows with tropes like those is that both sides are oblivious to the whole thing. They simply see it as being hood friends and having fun, enjoying one another's presence. But anyone from the outside looking in could see that their situation was nothing but a love story running it's course. Maybe it was because neither of them had ever been in love or maybe it was simply because they were both in denial, but either way, they were slowly falling in love with one another.
