The Outsiders(Imagines)

You and I

"You can't be serious, Dal."

"Does it look like I'm laughing, babe?"

I glanced at him to see a stern expression on his handsome face.

"No."

"Then, I'm being serious. Just you and me. Let's get out of here."

Frowning, I crossed my arms, "Now where would we go?"

"Anywhere, babe. Let's get out of this place."

His lips formed into a smirk. That smirk always drove me wild.

I couldn't help but smirk along with him.

"Alright. When do we leave?"

"Preferably tonight, red-head. Make sure you pack what you need."

I bit my lip, "Oh Dal. I've always dreamed of going somewhere with you."

He closed in on my face. His hands held my waist. A nervous look replaced his smirk.

"Don't... "

"Don't what, Dal?"

He turned his attention elsewhere, but managed to respond to me, "Don't leave me hanging, babe. "

"Why would I do such a thing to you? I ain't a two-timin' broad like Sylvia. I'm your red-head, Dal. Now quit yapping nonsense."

He half smiled, "Man, you sure make me feel wild, babe."

I blushed real bad. And I'm more then sure he noticed too.

"Hey look, your cheeks match your hair." He says with a big ol' smirk.

"Oh hush now!"

He let out a chuckle which ringed in my ears like church bells.

I silently chuckled with him.

~

Midnight.

I peeked out my window, to see Dallas waiting there for me. I grabbed what I had packed and climbed out of my window, carefully.

A loud 'oof' escaped from my lips.

"You okay?" He whispered to me from behind.

I nodded. His hand reached for mine. We both exchanged a large, proud smile that would forever beam with the moonlight. I hopped on the motorcycle with my bag placed firmly on my back. I slowly wrapped my arms around his waist.

His hands gripped onto the handles, "You ready, babe?"

"I'm always ready."

No matter where we'd go, as long as it's with him... I think we'll be okay.