I stare at the top of the bottle I hold in my hand and look down at the rest of it shattered around me on the floor. Then I hear footsteps approaching and I look up. It's Dallas. He reaches down and grabs underneath my upper arms, chucking.
"I think you had a little too much fun."
He lifts me up onto my feet and I speak.
"No!" I protest. I don't want to go home. I don't! I'm having more fun than I've had in a long time, probably ever.
"Whatever," Dallas replies and pulls me to my feet.
I tear away and cross my arms, pushing out my bottom lip.
"I'm not leaving."
He shakes his head and grabs me around the waist. The already blurry and swirled world spins upside down.
"Wooaah," I screech.
"See you guys later, man," I hear Dallas yell from what sounds like a distant place even though I still feel the pressure of his shoulder in my torso.
The air changes and I feel goosebumps prick up on my body. I start to shiver as my body jostles about.
"Ah, shit!" Dallas says.
I can't tell whether he's angry or happy or far away or close to me because the world is spinning and all I can think about is how cold I am. He mumbles something else but then quiets.
After a few minutes of swirling night, blurred street lamps, shivers, and muffled foot steps he readjusts me on what I think is his shoulder, honestly I'm not sure anymore. I hear some noises. Maybe metal or rocks? And then my body is being jostled again and I feel vomit rising is my throat.
"I think I'm gonna be sick," I say and Dallas sets me down, at least I think that's his name.
Right now I'm not sure of anything but the sick feeling in my stomach that's rising towards my throat. I lean against something and grip on and then it comes. I hack and heave until I'm drying heaving. I lean my head against whatever I'm grabbing onto and groan.
"I think you're done now," a deep voice says from behind me and then I feel a hand on my shoulder, guiding me towards an open door.
Home. I'm finally home.
The hand with the deep voice guides me to a couch and I fall into it. A warm blanket covers me but my body continues to shiver. I look up and my eyes focus on the person who guided me in. A boy. The boy from the drive-in. Dallas.
"Thanks, Dal," I say.
He frowns.
"Don't," he chokes, "call me that."
And then my world fades to black.
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Abyssal Emotions (The Outsiders/Dallas Winston Fan-Fic)
Fiksi PenggemarIn the 1960's, two teenagers from opposite sides of the tracks help each other learn about their town, what really matters in life, and each other while trying to erase their broken pasts.
