He whispered in your ear, "Follow me."
You turned around to see him begin to walk towards a set of stairs. You did as he said and followed him up the stairs into a room.
You were kind of nervous because you were pretty sure you knew what he wanted, but you were also really glad to get out of that crowded room, people bumping and rubbing up against you.
He closed to door behind you. "I don't want sex, if that's what you're thinking."
You sighed in relief. "Then what do you want?"
He motioned for you to sit down on the bed. He sat down next to you. "You just looked really uncomfortable, so I thought I'd get you outta there."
"But why? You don't even know me." You gave him a confused look.
"Because maybe sometimes I feel like being a nice person," he replied. "Is that so bad? Am I so bad?"
Something clicked in your mind. "You're Dallas Winston, aren't you?"
"Yeah," he answered. "And what would your name be, little lady?"
"Morgan," you told him after thinking ti yourself whether to tell him or not.
"So now we're not complete strangers." He smiled as you let out a small laugh. "Tell me about yourself, Morgan, so that I can know you enough to justifyingly be nice to you."
"Like what?"
"Like everything."
So that's what you told him. You went on and on about things like your favorite songs and movies and your best friend and your family and your favorite or least favorite foods and colors and people and so much more.
He just sat and listened to you describe everything you could think of about yourself. Eventually, you were laying on the bed, but closer to and facing the headboard, where you had your legs up against. Dallas was laying the opposite way, his feet dangling off the edge of the bed.
Suddenly the door burst open, and a couple, roughly making out, were pressed against the door. The girl noticed the two of you and pulled her guy off the door.
She gave you a breathless smile. "Sorry!"
The door shut again, and for some unexplained reason, you and Dallas just bust out laughing.
"Wow, that was weird," you stated after you caught your breath from laughing so hard.
Dallas just shrugged. "You get used to it."
You nodded. "Right."
Awkward silence.
He broke it. "I had a nice time learning about you, Morgan. You dig alright."
You smiled, shyly. "Thanks, Dal. You dig pretty good too."
I hope you like it! I'm so sorry it's taken me so long. Idk what's up w me. Oh well. Thank you for requesting. M'kay.
~Mariah
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