Outsiders Imagines And Preferances

Imagine Dally

Melanie's POV
We ran. Through the open field. Geese flew away as we neared them and the paint cans rattled in our hands, our laughter was unbelievably loud, like we didn't care if they found us.

5 Months Earlier

It was cold and snowy. The streets and side walks were covered in dark dank slush. My converse were soaked and so were my socks. A shiver ran up my spine making goosebumps apparently on my arms which were covered with a thin leather jacket. I was on my way home when I passed Bucks and saw party lights on so I decided to take a quick break and stop in for a quick drink.
Inside, people were swarmed together, chatting, dancing and drinking. I sat at the bar and asked for a beer. The tender looked me up and down. "Take a picture it'll last longer, now please get me a beer." He turned around opening a small fridge and then setting the bottle on the counter after opening it. I sat on the stool slowly sipping down the drink and warming myself.
I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned to see some guy standing behind me wearing a denim jacket over a black T-shirt, jeans and black converse. "Hey babe."
I blushed and looked down. It made me feel self conscience when people tried to hit on me. It made me suddenly notice how I sat and what I wore.
"Hi."
"You here alone?"
"Um-Yeah."
"Well how about I take you out and show you a good time?"
"Um no thank you." I turned around grabbing the bottle and taking a last sip then standing.
"You scared?"
"Excuse me?" To be honest it really upset me when people called me scared or wimpy, it just reminded me of elementary school when I would get beat up because of how wimpy I looked or acted.
"Your scared."
"I am not scared."
"Fine then let me take you out."
"Fine." He put an arm around my shoulders and took me to his car.
"What's your name anyways?" I asked
"Dallas Winston. Your Melanie, I asked someone before I came over to talk to you."
"I would barley call that talking." I added.

Later that night
Narrators POV

Dallas helped Melanie out of the car and to the Curtis's front door. He struggled to open it at first but soon succeeded in opening it then kicking it the rest of the way open. Darry, Two-bit, Steve and Soda were all sitting in the living room talking.
"Dally." Steve said.
Dally had Melanie leaning on him like a crutch.
"Who is this?" Darry asked standing up.
"Her name is Melanie or something, I picked her up at Bucks place. She drank too much, like a lot too much. Needs somewhere to bunk for the night and Bucks is being raided by police at this moment so I brought her here." Dally sat Melanie on the couch then crossed his arms over his chest.
"Nice choice Dal, she's pretty." Two said leaning over to get a better look at the girl laying on the couch now passed out.
"Thanks." Dal said smiling.
"OK. So she is gonna stay here tonight and so are you Dally, you don't need to be driving, I don't know how much you had to drink so let's not take chances. Then in the morning your driving her home." Darry said pointing at Dally. "I'm sick of driving your hungover broads home on the way to work. So I don't care if you have to walk, you are taking her home yourself."
"Ok. Will do." Dally said sitting on the arm of the couch.

The next morning the sounds of morning rush awoke Melanie. She stood to see a group of boys in the kitchen sitting at a table so she got up and joined them.
"Look who's awake. It's sleeping beauty." Two-bit said with a mouth full of eggs. Melanie stood in the door way wrapping herself in her own arms. Dally get up and stood in front of her leaning against the door frame.
"How you feeling, sweetheart?"
"Ok." Melanie answered looking down blushing again.
"You know I really didn't think you had it in ya."
"What?"
"Last night when I asked if you wanted to go out with me and you said no, after that I didn't expect you to get that wild. So what are you? A secret rebel or somethin? After that 3 drink, goody two-shoes was straight out the door." Oh, not goody two-shoes. Anything but that. That was another pet peeve besides the words wimpy. Goody two-shoes.
"Well you know what they say." Melanie got close to him, the whole gang was watching now.
"Good girls are bad Girls who haven't been caught." She whispered in his ear. After that she kissed him and ran out the front door and down the porch steps. Dally stood in awe. Beat at his own game. By a goody-goody.
"Ya gonna go after her Dal, or just gonna stand there?" Johnny asked. Dally ran out the door and caught her.
"You think maybe you wanna go out again sometime?"
"Ya I would like that." Melanie smiled.
"Great." Dally walked her back to her house and kissed her before she went inside.

Normal time
Melanie's POV

We spray painted some wall at the park when the police saw us, so we made a run for it. At the end of the field was a house we hid next to. The police never found us.
"That was fun. A good celebration for your straight A report card." He mocked. We both laughed.
"Good girls are bad Girls that haven't been caught." I said teasingly running my hand in his hair then trying to run away but I didn't make it very far before he grabbed me from behind and picked me up. That night was amazing.