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complicated

dallas had always been a wild card, from the first day i met him.

the first time i ever met dallas winston, i was twelve, he was fourteen. he had just come to tulsa from new york and we took him in as part of our family. my parents had a knack for that, taking in lost kids (whether that be literally or emotionally.) That's how the gang was formed.

he had always been mysterious and aloof. i had known him for years but i really didn't know much about him. but i tried to push those thoughts out as we approached a loud bar that had red light pouring out of its windows.

dally opened the door for me.
"after you.."

i nodded and smiled at him before walking in. i looked around and it was beautiful in the most chaotic way.

it was a crammed, hole in the wall bar. you could barely walk without bumping into somebody. there were people kissing, and in the darkest parts of the room, some people had taken it even further. people were drinking and dancing, some girls were even brave enough to get on the bar to dance.

i felt dally come up behind me as i took it all in.

"pretty great, huh?"
he asked.

"it's incredible."
i laughed slightly.

"this is where you'll find me most nights. i rent a room upstairs.."
he said.

so this is where dally lived. made sense.

"hey dally.."
a raven hair girl said, brushing his arm with her hand as she walked by.

"hey, ruthie."
he said, watching her walk away.

i had never felt jealous over a guy before then. but i might as well have been green. i knew dallas wasn't exactly celibate, but i wondered how many girls in that bar he had been with.

i rolled my eyes and started to walk further into the bar. he followed behind me and put a hand on my lower back, guiding me.

i looked to my left and saw a couple that was hidden in a dark corner of the room. the girl was pressed against the wall, her head thrown back in pleasure. then, i noticed the guy that was kissing down her neck had his hand down the girls pants.

i gasped softly, putting my hand over my mouth in shock.

dally laughed, leading me up to the bar.
"that's not even the worst of it.."

i leaned against the bar, propped up by my elbow.
"can't they wait until they're at least in the car?"
i asked, laughing.

"sometimes you just can't wait.."
he said, leaning down closer to my ear to counteract the noise from the other patrons.
"sometimes, that urge takes over your mind and you can't think straight. you're so overcome by those thoughts that you have to do something about it. right then.."

he pushed my hair back behind my shoulder and pressed his lips against my ear.
"that urge, it can be so dangerous."

i bit down on my lip, hard.
"you'd know a lot about that, wouldn't you?"

he looked at me and smirked, raising an eyebrow.
"do you?"
he brushed his thumb over my lip where i had just bitten it.

i could feel the heat in my cheeks.
"let's get a drink.."
i said, shaking my head.

he nodded and waved over the bartender. he ordered us two drinks. he handed dally the drinks and he passed one to me.