𝐀𝐍𝐘𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 :: 𝘥𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘯

Twenty-six

DECEMBER 28, 1966

DALLAS SPENT THE DAY DOING NOTHING AS HE HAD NO CAR TO GET HIM ANYWHERE. He had many years ahead of him to pay Buck for the car but Buck kept himself patient.

It deep into the night and Dallas was missing Felicity too much, if he had a car then he'd be where she was in a heartbeat. He didn't bother to acknowledge the time of day which was an nine o'clock Wednesday for him. Dallas puts his denim jacket over himself and started walking down the street.

He figured that Felicity would still be at Mac's, taking that as an opportunity to walk her home or even carry her back home if he thought he could.

When he arrived, he sees Felicity sitting behind the counter with an opened book in front of her. He nearly startles her upon his entrance.

"Hey baby, shift ain't over yet?" He greets, following up with a kiss.

Felicity shook her head and tucked a strand behind her ear, "You got the time?"

"A quarter after nine, midnight is when it actually comes." Dallas smirked.

"Dally," she whisper-shouted his name, "can you not say stuff like that in here?"

"What, why?" He walks away to the bookshelves. "Books are dirty, think about Lolita."

"First of all, Lolita was based off of a man's fantasy without Dolores' perspective, and it's gross that you consider a relationship between a teenage girl and a middle aged man as an erotic piece of literature."

"I didn't say it was erotic-"

She interrupts him, "Dirty and erotic are the same things when you're describing a topic of lust."

"Do you somewhat think of our relationship like that?"

"No, no, never, I just-" he was stammering, "you know I'm not that great with books."

Felicity snickered at his excuse.

"Moving on before I get bored of this." Dallas sighed.

She gets on her crutches, picking them up every step she takes until she gets in front of Dallas who leaned against the counter.

They were stopped by the bells on the door. With a smile on her face, Felicity turned to the door but everything in her body dropped; her smile, her stomach, her heart, everything. She meets eyes with Simon who only stares her down. Dallas gets in front of her but his hands never left her waist, they remained behind him.

Simon slowly moves towards them, the smirk on his face sent chills down Felicity's spine, she squirmed in place from how overwhelmed she had become. Dallas straightens his posture, his height overpowering Simon's 5'10 self.

"A dumbass like you ain't got no business around here, so you better beat it." Dallas sent him a snarky comment.

Simon puts a hand over his chest, "Pipe down, Winston I'd say the same thing about you."

Felicity watches his moves.

"I came here to say thanks." Simon said.

Her eyebrow raised in suspicion, "Thanks?"

"Yeah, because of you I'm finally leaving." He shrugged, fingers deepened in his front pockets.

Both Dallas and Felicity were confused, as to why he was coming to up them like this.

Simon turned on his heel and headed towards the door but stopped with his hand on the knob. A smirk decorates his face, his body rotated halfway to face Felicity at the counter.

"Sorry about your old man by the way, such a shame."

Dallas leaves Felicity, his fists clenched together. Before Simon knew it, a swing connects with his jaw that sends him straight to the floor like the night at Buck's. Unlike that night, Felicity didn't do anything to stop Dallas, she just stood there and watched while blood seeped through his mouth.

Simon's face became unrecognizable with all the blood that painted his face.

"Dally, stop." Felicity commanded, she was getting ill from the sight of his face.

Dallas got off of Simon who spat out blood onto the floor, a smile on his face appeared.

"I'll kill you if I catch you near my girl again." Dallas threatened.

Simon struggles to pick himself up but his gaze never left Felicity who wanted him dead more than ever. She stabs him with her cold gaze, wishing that it could do damage.

He leaves with sickening chuckles coming out of him.

Dallas comes back, trying to curl his fingers to regain its strength. It hurt more than anything but he did it all for Felicity, he almost killed someone for Felicity, he did anything.

"Dean's got an aid-kit behind the counter, mind grabbin' it so I could fix you up?" Felicity requested with an innocent smile, a smile that Dallas never declined anything to.

He heads behind the counter and grabs the metal box with his uninjured hand, holding it against his side with his arm then taking the stool for Felicity to sit on. Felicity admired him for considering her condition, having nothing but a huge smile on her face.

She sits in front of him, her crutches leaning against the counter. An rubbing alcohol soaked cotton pad touches Dallas' open wound and causes him to shriek.

"Fucking fuck!"

"Stop being a baby, it will only last a second." Felicity snickered.

"You don't know what pain is." He said, only to regret his words that earned him a look from Felicity. "Sorry, I'm sorry."

"Ow, watch it!"

Felicity drops her arms, not wanting to give up. "If you stop with this shouting, I'll do anything you want in bed."

"Anything?"

"Mhm, we could go for hours, anything." She promised him.

"Take a stab at it." Dallas immediately sent her his hand.

She rolled her eyes, knowing how easy it was to get him to cave.

"You know I love you, right?" He randomly blurts out.

Felicity looked up at him with a knowing grin, "And I love you more than ever."

These two were meant for each other from the start, she could feel it. It was such a relief to find someone that matched her, someone who she felt like was her other half. Dallas was her everything.

Dallas was her forever.

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