My Boy (Dallas Winston x reader)

Chapter three

Well, the day went on and I unfortunately had to take a shower at my own home because there is no way in hell I'm using the Curtis' shower without any 'girly' products. I bid everyone good day and slowly crept up to the place I called my home, no. A home was safe and comforting, while a house was just a wooden skeleton with plaster slathered on with pretty wall paper and paint smothered inside. That was where I slept for maybe three nights a week. Upon entering I was relieved to find the house deserted. The clock on the wall read 11:37 in the morning. I had timed my visit perfectly, my mother would work overtime once or twice a week, just because her job was where she could do whatever. She was a nurse  without compassion and my father was a business manager who travelled to make deals for the company, we were more upper middle class than Greaser class, but my father wanted to stay in our house which just so happened to be in greaser territory. Of course, my parents didn't know this. They barely knew about the Socs and Greaser conflicts, and the one Greaser they knew was Johnny. My Dad thought Johnny was like a nephew or even a son to him, and Johnny felt more comfortable around him. My father had grown up in a violent home where he was the middle child in a house of five children. He always tried to be there for me, but he just couldn't save me from my mother. How can you go against the woman you married?
"Y'know,  I didn't know you were the richest in the neighbourhood." I know that voice.
I slowly turned to find Dallas Winston in my house. Did he follow me? Is he spying on me? Who told him where I lived?
"Dallas Tucker Winston what the hell are you doing in my house?" I raised my voice through gritted teeth.
"Now is that any way to treat a house guest? For shame, my good lady. For shame." He said with mock offence dripping from his words.
I threw my coat on the ground and walked cartoonishly away.
"At least take your shoes off."
"Yes ma'am."  He saluted as I made my way to my room. I grabbed a towel from the closest and tossed it on my bed, then finding a white romper with little cherries dotting the fabric to wear after my shower. Next I went to my undergarments drawer and pulled out a cute Lacey white bra and the matching pear of cotton underwear with a matching lace trim. I recklessly tossed those onto the bed when I heard a wolf whistle from my doorway. Oh shit.
" Lacey, I like it." Dally was in my doorway the whole time I was getting ready.
When I turned to face him, I could feel my cheeks turn as red as the cherries on my romper.
"I'm gonna go take a shower. Don't even think of bothering me." I snapped to be dominant in the situation.
"You got a uh, nice room there man. I expected the walls to be bright pink or infested with rats but I guess I was wrong, now I owe Two-Bit ten bucks."
He made a bet on my room? Oh that scumbag. I thought as he sneered those words at me. Why was he being such a prick? First, he barges into my house, next, he snoops at my underwear, then lastly, he admits to making bets on how bad my room was!
" Move Winston."  I mumbled as a I pushed past him, eager to get into the shower.
I made sure to lock the door, and turned the shower knobs to give me some warm water. I dropped my clothes to the floor like snakeskin and hopped into the shower. Oh how I loved the warm embrace the water held me in. I reached over and got my shampoo and started massaging it into my scalp, letting my worries wash away with the dirt of the day. After washing my hair, I tied it up and got my loofah. I was done in the next five minutes and felt extremely relaxed. The smell of the sweet body wash still hung in the air although I had rinsed it all off, leaving behind a tantalizing aroma. The only con was that I discovered to my horror that I had left my clothes and my towel in my room. I was stranded. Looking at my options ; I could make a run for it, naked? No. Absolutely not. The only option I would have to rely on was calling for help.
"Dallas! Are you still there?" I called out through the closed door, in a mix of embarrassment and anxiety.
I waited for a response for a few seconds, until I heard in his thick New York accent
"Yeah, why?" Oh so now he responds.
"Can you get my towel? It's in my room and I'm stranded in here." I confessed, internally scolding myself.
I waited for what seemed like eternity until I heard a rhythmic knock at the bathroom door. I stood behind the door and peeped it open.
"Just pass it to me, please and thank you." I calmly requested, extending my arm outside of the door.
"Well I don't think I can do that." Dally retorted.
I peeked my head out and there, in-font of my door was Dally, with my towel folded in his arms, with my clothes neatly folded on top.
"Ok, so uh wow, whoa ok...So what if I just closed my eyes and handed your stuff to you, savvy?" I couldn't help but giggle at his shyness.
I knew he was a ladies man, but to the gang, I was like a sister or cousin, I was a lady. So they had some respect for me I guess.
Dally took a step forward with his eyes squeezed shut and his breath was held, making him appear like a small child, and at that moment, I wished I had a camera. I quickly took the folded pile from him, my skin gently grazing his. As soon as the heap of clothing and a towel reached my arms, he sprinted back to the living room. Huh. That's really out of character, especially for Dallas.