𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Six.

OCTOBER 4, 1966

THE TUESDAY EVENING FELICITY WALKED INTO HER HOME, she noticed her parents bonding on the couch of their living room watching the television together. Billy's ram was around Rosemary like they were teenagers. Felicity skips past the living room to the kitchen to grab a glass of water.

The cup runs under the tap, filling up halfway for her. Felicity takes herself and the drink to her room but nearly drops the glass when she sees Billy blocking the entrance to the kitchen. Her heart was racing, not knowing what was going to happen next.

"Felicity, why don't you join mom and me?" He suggested.

"As much as I want to," Lies, "I'm just so worn out from work."

"Oh come on, you can just sit with us." Billy kept insisting.

"Dad, I just want to go to bed." Felicity spoke.

"Felicity, it's called family quality ti-"

Rosemary hand fell on his shoulder, "Honey, let her be."

Felicity pushes past Billy who did have rage in him but couldn't show it due to his sobriety getting the best of him.

When Felicity got to her bedroom, she placed the water on top of her nightstand before stripping off her clothes to get into her pajamas. The pajamas that were nothing but shorts and a graphic oversize t-shirt.

She walked out of the bedroom to her bathroom to brush her teeth. Her heart felt some pain when she heard her parents arguing in the living room, all she did was ruin their night.

It was a surprise that Dallas and Felicity were sharing the same time of the day with each other, except their nights were different. Dallas spent his nights alone during the weekdays, no parents were there to intervene in his life.

He has spent almost his entire life alone, in the streets of Brooklyn, New York where he would get arrested from time to time during his youth. At only 13, the boy became a runaway and found himself in Tulsa after being on the train for so long. He was fortunate enough to be found at the local park by Mr. and Mrs. Curtis who took Dallas in. It took so long to get pass his tough skin but Dallas somewhat admired the couple, letting their care in which was a rare occurrence.

Dallas became fond of the brothers and eventually the rest.

Felicity and Dallas did not meet until two years of Dallas being in Tulsa. It was the summer night of 1963 at the local ice cream parlor where Dallas thought it would be funny to hit on Felicity as a joke, did not end well when Felicity smashed his face into her cone. It did nit stop him from bothering her every chance he got.

On this Tuesday night, Dallas lost his mind completely. His thoughts were going back and forth between whether or not he did like Felicity. At first, it was all for jokes but he didn't think it'd bring him to this point where he actually wanted her. He turned himself into a big mess.

He had an opened bottle of Jack Daniels, he sat on his floor staring at the wall across from him. He knew that someone like him would hurt Felicity if it came to being in a relationship with her. It was just her blonde hair and faded freckled face that drove him crazy ever since the night at the party where he felt nothing but jealousy from watching Sodapop and Felicity sit together. Sylvia was just a prop to get her to look at him.

Dallas fell out of his thoughts when Buck came into his bedroom.

"Clocking in or what?"

Dallas shook his head, "No not tonight, now get out."

"What's going on with you?" Buck snickered.

"I said nothing now will you just leave?!" Dallas snapped his voice.

Buck shuts the door behind him to leave Dallas alone once again.

His mind was all over the place, he didn't know how to handle this type of feeling. He had never felt this way about anyone, not even Sylvia. He wanted to punch himself for this. Felicity was the last person he wanted to want.

She was soft spoken around others but him, her attitude towards him was nothing but pure hatred, so how could Dallas possibly like someone like Felicity? It wasn't like he was at his lowest point in life.

Felicity had officially become a drug to Dallas.

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