𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏'//𝑫𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒂𝒔 𝑾𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏×𝑶𝑪

💥|EPILOGUE|💥

💥|MID-APRIL, 1966-6 MONTHS LATER|💥

IT WAS LATE, almost six thirty when I heard the metallic sound click of the door unlocking and then the squeal of the door opening. I grin at the heavy footsteps, taking a sip of my coke as the door clicks shut again along with the low, slightly New York-accented voice. "I got your favorite." He announces.

I spin on the barstool we had as a chair. Leaning back onto the small kitchen island on my elbows, my eyes land on the bag that was from the Chinese place down the street. I raise an eyebrow "What's the occasion?" I question as he plants a quick kiss on my lips, setting the bag on the space behind me.

"Just felt like it," he shrugs, sitting beside me "You hungry?"

"Is that even a question?" I snicker, digging into the bag to grab the noodles Dally always got me.

Dally chuckles, watching me with entertainment as I grab a fork from the utensil drawer and start to stuff the steaming food into my mouth with a satisfied groan. "I swear you like those noodles more than me." He teases grabbing the orange chicken and popping one into his mouth.

"Not denying it," I reply with a shrug.

"Take that back," Dally demands.

"Never." I hum as I swallow a mouthful of the chewed noodles. Dally answers before I can react, snatching my small box of noodles and outing it onto the counter before scooping me up and wrapping my legs around his waist. "Dallas Winston put me down!" I demand.

"Then take it back," he retorts with a playful grin as he carries me to our blow-up air mattress that was laid in the corner of our small studio apartment. The apartment didn't actually belong to us; it belonged to the guy who owned the bar right below us. He apparently knew Dally a while ago and agreed to lend us the studio apartment for as long as we wanted. It wasn't much, but then again, Dally and I didn't need much; as long as we were together,, we were okay.

He lays me down gently, gripping my jaw harshly as he leaves sloppy open-mouth kisses down my neck. A soft breath leaves me as I feel his hand sip up my tank top, hovering just below my boob and caressing my ribcage. "Your noodles are better than this?" He mumbles against my collarbone as I tap a hand into his hair.

"By a lot." I tease. I feel his mouth pause and can't help but laugh as he moves to hover above me a look of disbelief on his face.

"I'll remember that next time you ambush me in the shower." He retorts, moving to get off me.

"Nope," I say wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling him back down to me as I roll us to lay on our sides. "You love it when I ambush you in the shower." I scoff.

"No, I don't." Dally lies trying to keep his face annoyed, looking away as his lip starts to curl up.

"Then why are you smiling?" I tease.

"Jesus woman, I'm not smiling. I'm scowling." He retorts, biting the inside of his cheek to stop his "scowl" from growing.

"Well, then that is the happiest scowl I've ever seen," I reply with a shrug. Dally chuckles pulling me closer so our foreheads rest together. The soft breeze from outside gently ruffles our hair, the smell of seaweed and saltwater filling my nostrils. Dally and I didn't stay in one place too long. We robbed stores and other places for a living for crying out loud.

We never stayed in a place longer than two months. Enough time to get a little comfy and enjoy ourselves, but also not enough time for the cops to get us. The second they showed up at our last known address, me and Dally were usually already past the Stateline.