Flowers & Cigarettes: Outsiders One-Shots

Fresh Out The Slammer (Dally)

Destiny stepped out of the jail gates, feeling a mix of relief and uncertainty. She had spent the past year behind bars, paying for a mistake she made in her past. As she walked down the street, she couldn't help but think of Dally, the boy she had been dating before her life took a wrong turn.

Dally Winston was rough around the edges, but there was a softness in his eyes when he looked at Destiny. He had been waiting for her release, counting down the days until he could see her again. Destiny knew she had to find him, to explain and apologize for everything that had happened.

She made her way to Buck's place, where Dally often hung out. The familiar sights and sounds of the neighborhood brought back memories, both good and bad. Destiny took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart racing with anticipation.

Dally opened the door, his eyes widening in surprise when he saw Destiny standing there. "Destiny?" he said, disbelief and joy mingling in his voice.

"Yeah, it's me," Destiny replied, her voice tinged with nervousness.

Dally pulled her into a tight embrace, holding her as if he never wanted to let go. "I missed you so much," he whispered, his words filled with emotion.

Tears welled up in Destiny's eyes as she buried her face in Dally's chest. "I'm sorry, Dally. I messed up big time," she confessed, her voice muffled against his shirt.

Dally pulled back slightly, cupping her face in his hands. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're here now, and we can start over," he said, determination shining in his eyes.

Destiny nodded, a sense of hope blossoming in her chest. "I want that too, Dally. I want us to have a second chance," she said, looking up at him with determination.

And so, they began again. They talked late into the night, sharing their hopes, fears, and dreams. Dally listened intently, his eyes never leaving Destiny's face.

"I wrote you letters every week," Dally admitted, a sheepish smile on his face. "I never sent them, though. Didn't want to overwhelm you."

Destiny smiled, touched by his gesture. "I would've loved to read them, Dally. It would've made the time easier."

They laughed together, the weight of the past year slowly lifting off their shoulders. As they talked, they realized how much they had missed each other, how much they had grown during their time apart.

"I want to make things right, Destiny. I want us to be happy," Dally said, sincerity in every word.

Destiny reached for his hand, squeezing it gently. "I want that too, Dally. I want us to have a future together."

As days turned into weeks and weeks into months, Destiny and Dally worked on rebuilding their trust and love for each other. They had their ups and downs, moments of doubt and insecurity, but through it all, they never gave up on each other.

One evening, as they sat on the hood of Dally's car, watching the sunset paint the sky in shades of orange and pink, Destiny felt a sense of peace wash over her. She leaned her head on Dally's shoulder, his arm wrapped around her protectively.

"I love you, Destiny," Dally said softly, his voice filled with sincerity.

"I love you too, Dally," Destiny replied, a smile playing on her lips. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of Dally's love, Destiny knew that no matter what life threw their way, they would always have each other.

And so, their love story continued, a testament to second chances and the power of forgiveness.