The Outsiders Prefs and Imagines <on hold>

Dally || Imagine

This is for Total_Outsider.
"There you go, Curtis. Winston bailed you out again," says the police officer who takes me out of my cell.
I see Dallas waiting for me outside the building. "Hey Rose."
"Hey Dal, thanks for bailing me out again."
"Hey it's fine. It's kinda what we do," he states.
"You're right," I vouch. "Let's hope my brothers don't find out. Especially Darry. He'd kill me."
"How many times have ya been in there?" Dally asks.
"This makes it 5 times," I confirm.
"Well then I think you're out of luck. Pretty sure they call your legal guardian after 5."
"Well I guess we'll find out then," I interject.
"See ya later Rose."
"Later Dally."
I walk up the porch and peer inside. Darry is in the armchair. He doesn't look so friendly. I walk inside.
"Rose! We just got a call you've been in jail 5 times! Have you ever thought about how that makes me look?! I'm your guardian and if you keep this up you'll be in a girls home!" Darry shouts.
"You know what?! If someone really cared then y'all would have know a long time ago. I can't take this anymore!" I shout back with tears rolling down my face.
I bolt out the door towards Bucks where I know Dally will be.

I burst open the door without knocking. There was a small party going on so I decided to go up to the bar to grab a drink. Dallas is at the bar too.
"Dal," I start.
"Hey Rose. Are you okay?"
"Not really. But a beer or two could help me."

After a few drinks I was wasted. I was running around saying crazy things.
"Let's get you up to bed. You'll have a killer hangover tomorrow," he says carrying me upstairs.
"Okie dokie artichokie," I giggle.
He sets me on the bed and lays down next to me.
"Hey, guess," I hiccup, "what."
"What?" He groans.
"I really like you!!! You're sooooooo nice to me!! I just want to thank you for everything  you do for me," (bellelovesoscar XD) I start to cry.
"Shh, go to sleep now. And hey, I like you too," he says.
Then I'm out.
Omg this was so cliche. I'm so sorry. I suck at writing.
Xoxo,
Eva