You Said Forever Dallas Winston x reader

Chapter 4: The rest of their 'family'

Everyone is staring at me, and it’s making me feel uncomfortable. I look around and notice Ponyboy, Darrel, And Sodapop.

“Y/N. Meet Johnny, Steve, and Two-bit. You already know the other 3.” Dal says. He’s really something different.

“Hi.” I say. And they all say ‘hi’ back.

“Do you like Mickey Mouse, new kid?” I think Two-bit asks.

“I love Mickey Mouse. Two-bit right?”

“Yea, and sweet. You can come watch it with me if you want.”

“Ok. But why do they call you Two-bit?” I ask. A bit confused as to why they called him that.

“Because he always gets his two-bits in.” Steve says. I think.

“Oh. Ok. Steve, right?” I ask. Still trying to figure out everyone’s name.

“Yes. Steve.” He says. I like him. He reminds me of my big brother before he got shot.

“So then you must be Johnny.” I say. It’s more of a statement than a question.

“Y-yeah h-hi” He says. Is he scared of me or something?

We all started watching Mickey Mouse when Dally, Ponyboy, and Johnny pulled me aside and asked me if I wanted to go to the drive-in with them. I obviously said yes.

When we get to the drive-in the movie “Muscle Beach Party" was just finishing.

And “Beach Blanket Bingo” was just starting. As we sat down, two really pretty girls sat in front of us. Dal started flirting with the red head and I found myself getting jealous. I don’t know why. It’s not like we’re dating. We only slept together once. But I find myself asking Dally to get me a coke. And when he’s gone I move to the row where the girls are.

“Hi. I’m Y/N. I just moved here a couple of weeks ago. I was hoping to make some girlfriends of my age.” I say. The red head turns to me.

“I’m Sherri, but people call me Cherry cause of the color of my hair. And this here is marcia.” Cherry says. “Say. What’s a girl like you, for one, dressing like that, and for two, hanging around those hoods?”

“Well for one, not every girl has to dress or look girly, and for two, those “hoods” happen to be my friends. Why does everyone call them that? Just because they live on the east side of town and y’all live on the west side of town, don’t mean that y’all get to be mean to them just because y’all have a little more money then they do. All of you rich kids think you're so much better than everyone else just because your mommies and daddies got you loaded for the rest of your life, when in reality, that’s not the case at all. You’re just too stuck up and selfish to realize it. I mean, I live on the west side and I don’t have a lot of money, but at least I’m not too self-centered or selfish like the rest of you rich kids. I gave half of my mothers will to an orphanage and homeless shelter because they need the money. I don’t. And the rest of the money we have my dad spends on beer and gambling. So you can’t just sit there and act like you don’t have anything better to do with your lives then spend all your money on clothes, cars and houses that you probably don’t even use.” I say. They don't deserve to be called that if no one knows them personally.

As I stand up and turn around, I accidentally bump into Dal.

“Hey Dal.” I say. I go to take my drink from him, but he sits it down, pulls me close and kisses me. Hard.

“What was that for?” I ask, smiling. That was the best kiss I’ve ever had.

“Do you mean what you said?” Dal asks. What is he talking about?