Outsiders Interracial Imagines

Risk- Dallas

He gets mad when you wake him up. It's the crack of dawn- no, not even that. The sun hasn't begun to rise; the sky is a monotonous blue.

Dally has a small window in his room at Buck's place. You end up making a ruckus- removing Dally's arm from on top of you and making your way across the room- as you go to look through it. To see the morning light.

You hear rustling and ask, "Did I wake you?"

"Yeah, ya did."

You turn your head to look at him, where he stands behind you. His hair is disheveled from sleep, still in its usual shape, but sticking up higher. His blue eyes blaze, even in the dark.

"The hell are you doing up this early?" He sounds grouchy and irritated, but he wraps his arms around your waist and burrows his face in the side of your neck. His lips are warm against your cool skin. "Come lay back down."

"The morning is just...nice." You sigh. "And, I have to get to work early, anyway."

His arms recoil and you feel him take a step back. You heart drops. You can practically feel the wall forming between the two of you; he's distancing himself.

"Dallas..."

But he's already turned away, walking back to the bed and getting in without you.

You make your way to the old dresser, pulling out a blue dress- an extra work uniform you left over here for occasions such as these. You take off the clothes you slept in, slightly self-conscious at the fact that Dally is in the room, and change.

You slip on your dirty white Keds and grab your purse, asking, "So I'll see you later?"

A silent moment passes before he replies, "Yeah."

You move across the room, to sit on the side of the bed and say goodbye, when he adds, "Left your pay on the dresser, babe." It comes out in a sleepy mumble but you can hear the humor in his voice.

But his joke isn't funny.

Any guilt you felt about leaving early is replaced with anger, shock.

Dally must feel the change in mood as he turns over and looks at you.

The hurt comes out in your voice as you say, "Why the hell would you say something like that?"

"(Y/N). Look, I'm-"

"You know what, don't sweat it," you retort sarcastically, standing up quickly and going to leave his room.

You're halfway down the stairs, almost to the front door, when a hand firmly grasps your arm, and pulls you back. You grab onto the railing to keep from falling.

"Let go, Dally," you hiss, trying not to make too much noise. The last thing you want is to draw the attention of the other, sleeping inhabitants of Buck's place.

"I just wanna talk," he whispers, giving your arm another light tug.

"Save it." You twist your arm, trying to get out of his grip.

"I'll make a scene," he says, a bit louder than before.

Your heart beats faster; that's the last thing you want. "Fine, Dallas, fine." You stop fighting against him and turn to make your way up the stairs.

"That's real tough; manipulating and blackmailing me."

Dally sighs. "I wasn't actually gonna do it."

Upon hearing this, you try to make a break for it. He grabs your arm again before you can take the first steps.

Shaking him loose, you whisper, "Stop that. You can't just manhandle me like some rag doll."