The Outsiders Imagines

Dallas Imagine for @zuleyma68444

For zuleyma68444

The music was blaring. You weren't sure what song it was, just that it was loud, and you could feel it inside of you, thumping and bumping. The lights were dim and had a tint to them that you couldn't quite describe.

Not a single drop of alcohol had touched your lips, yet all the drunk people around you started to make you disoriented. You felt like your feet were going the right way, but when you looked up, you were going the complete opposite way.

You kind of stumbled around until you found yourself in someone's arms. All of your senses seemed to sharpen and focus as you looked up into this person's piercing eyes.

"You've gotta be careful," he whispered to you.

All you could do was nod.

He smiled. "What's your name, doll?"

You paused, trying to remember. It hit you with something of a 'duh' moment. "Zuleyma."

"It's nice to meet you, Zuleyma," he replied. "I'm Dallas. Dallas Winston." His arms were still wrapped around you, practically holding you up. "Let's go dance."

You just nodded, still hypnotized by his handsome features.

He led you to a less crowded area of the place, and you two began to slow dance. It wasn't even a slow song playing, but he somehow knew you wouldn't be able to do much if he let go of you.

At the end of the dance, he took you outside to get some fresh air and out of the hordes of people. You two sat on the front steps of the house the house the party was at.

You were leaning on Dallas's side. He got you to talk about everything and anything. Things you would never tell anyone else. By the end of the night, you didn't want to leave him, but he kissed you and told you that you'd find him soon enough.

You awoke with a start. Your heart yearning and aching for the man you had lost. You had been having the same recurring dream of the day you met since you found out he died. You curled up in your bed and began to cry.

Dallas Winston was just another memory, just another dream, and that was all that was keeping you together.

Kay... That was depressing. I hope you like it anyway! I shouldn't be given creative control bc I can be evil. Anyway, here ya go. M'kay.

~Mariah