The Outsiders Imagines

Dallas Imagine for @arrows24

For arrows24 brown hair? 😉 This is going to be where Johnny died in the fire but Dally didn't.

"I'll see you guys later," you laughed, walking out of the diner. You had just been having a girls' night with a couple of your friends. You waved goodbye to them as you walked to your car. As you unlocked the door, you happened to glance over to the alley between the little market and the barber shop across the street.

From what you could make out, there stood a tall, dark haired man. He had dark clothing, but something shiny glinted in the streetlamp light. It was a gun, and he had it help up to his head.

Without a second thought, you ran as fast as you possibly could to the man. "Stop!" you screamed. He turned to you, his eyes wide in surprise. "Put that down." You halted when you reached him and firmly gripped the arm he had the gun in.

"What are you doing?" the stranger asked, in an almost angry tone.

That took you by surprise a little. "What do you mean what am I doing? What are you doing?"

"It's none of your business what I'm doing, so why don't you just go on your way," he spat. Still holding the gun, he crossed his arms across his chest, forcing you to remove your hand from his arm.

"What happened to make you feel like this," you gesture to the gun, "was the only answer? What went so wrong in your life?"

His expression turned to a guarded, yet deflated, one. "Have you ever felt like no one cares?" His dark eyes locked on yours. "Because that's basically my life." He leaned against the wall and slid down until he was sitting on the ground.

You sat beside him, entirely disregarding the possibility of soiling your new skirt. "There has to be someone that cares."

"Yeah, well there isn't." He leaned his head back, so he was looking up. "No one."

You looked down at the asphalt ground of the alley. "Tell me about your life."

"You don't wanna know," he sighed, dismissively.

"Go on," you insisted. "Try me. Tell me your life story this far, and I'll tell you whether I care or not."

He exhaled deeply. "I guess it started in New York." He proceeded to recount his days on the streets of New York City in a rough-and-tumble neighborhood with rough-and-tumble kids. He told you about how his mom died when he was young, but he expressed a pained distance to her. It was as if she had somehow disappointed him by dying.

He went on telling about how he found out his dad had made his way down in this area. He had spent so long looking for someone who would care for him, but when he finally tracked down the man he knew as his father, he found an indifferent stranger.

This all led up to his current situation. The one person that he truly, deeply cared about died, he couldn't try to clean up if e wanted to because everyone just knew him as trouble, and his dad was still just a person he could say he used to know.

"And the worst part is," he finished, "is that no one else cares enough about me to want to know me, to take the time to help me. Everyone says I need help, but no one wants to try."

You sat there in silence for a good minute or so, but it felt so much longer. You decided to speak up. "I care."

"What?" He turned to you, a hopeful glint hidden in the back of his dark colored eyes.

"I care, and I want to help you," you further stated. He smiled at you slowly. "But first, I need to know your name."

"Dallas." He put out his hand.

You took it and gave it a good shake. "Elyea."

Sorry it's been forever, but I hope you still like it. Thank you all for bearing with me. You have no idea how much it means to me that you guys are so understanding.

I would've updated sooner, but Friday night and yesterday I was at YEC (Youth Evangelistic? Conference) in Nashville (yes I live in Tennessee but not in Nashville), and it took up a lot of my time. Plus, I've been surrounded  by people almost the entire weekend, and I don't like writing on here when other people are around.

Anyway, thanks for all the reads! It's incredible! I love you all so much! M'kay.

~Mariah