Loving the outlaw ( UNDER HEAVY EDITING!! MAJOR UPGRADES!

The Dx and more!

~The DX or more?~

Chapter 3. •Edited•
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JULIES P.O.V

Thankfully the flask was enough to numb me, numb me to the fact that Dallas will probably get laid by that waitress! Why do I care? He's just some man whore with extremely good looks, hell I would mind being whored by him! WHAT AM I SAYING? I need some sleep, some rest, maybe a damn party!
We all got done eating, Poneyboy & Johnny start to walk off to the park for some football.
"I'll catch up in a minute" Two-Bit tells them, as I lit up a cigaret.
"Julie wanna Hang out at a bar tonight like old times?" Two-Bit asks, as he so rudely takes my cigaret and huffs in on it.
"Hell yea what time?" This is exactly what I need, him and I have been drinking since this morning, I'm ready to get out.
"Uhhh 8pm meet me here" he hands me back my cigaret. Man hanging out with Two-Bit and drinking is exactly what I want.
"Sounds fun Two-Bit can't wait" I haven't drank with him since the last day of school, that was about a month ago. Two-Bit isn't just my best friend he is my drinking buddy to. I love going to parties with him, he is the best partier ever.
"See ya" I yell to him as he runs after Johnny and Pony. I breath in the warm afternoon air, sweat begins to drop down my head, another effect from the whiskey. A sudden breeze causes dirt to fly up, knocking me slightly off balance.

"Looks like it's just us" Dally says with the grin that I love, I can't help but smile up at him.
"Yea." I say while looking up at his attractive face, for once it doesn't look cold or mean but he looks happy.
"You like what you see" he smirks, I blush a little, no I mean a lot. I can't help it! Shouldn't I be numb to this all? "It's not nice to stare" he says, his hands go to my shoulder as he pushes me playfully.
"I wasn't " I say defensively.
"Then what do you call looking at someone for a long period of time?" He raises a eyebrow at me. One of his signature moves.
"Observing" I once again defend myself. I will not let him catch me doing something that I was clearly doing.
"What were you observing?"
"Your face." There was clearly no easy way to say that.
"That's not creepy"
"What I mean." I sigh as we begin walking. "Your face usually looks hard, mean, tough but right now it looks peaceful and happy"
"It dose" he grins.
"Yea." What I really would like to say was, that his face is perfect and I like it either way. I'm actually surprised that I didn't say that.
"I will take the as a compliment" I smile up at him.
"Take it as you want! But remember I didn't say it was attractive and that I enjoyed observing it." He laughs loudly, voice echoing.

The rest of the walk was spent in silence, not the awkward kind, the good kind. We've been alone 100s of times, but this one feels different. I like this different, it feels nice.
"Hey Julie hey dal" Sodapop says while jumping over the counter.
"Hey Soda" I smile while squeezing him. Sodapop is the sunshine to my rainy days, he's so sweet and kind, he doesn't deserve this life.
"Hey man" Dally says while fist bumping him.
"Where's Steve" I ask. I haven't seen him since late last night, I would like to think him for a few things.
"uhh I think he is taking a break" Soda answers while sitting on top of the counter. Nodding my head, I walk back to where the shop is.
Steve sitting in a chair, sweat dripping down his head, fresh oil stains on his cheek and cloths.
"Hey Julie." He breaths while standing up, a clearly exhausted look upon his face. I feel so bad, I want to get a job and help him. He won't let me, says that's he's the man and she should work, not me.
"Hey Steve" I say back while, wrapping my arms around his sweaty body, hugging him tightly. Steve hugs me back, his head resting on my shoulder, he heaved a deep sigh.
"I'm so exhausted." Gently I begin to rub his back.
"I know." That's the only think I think of saying, just being here and comforting him should be okay. I love my twin brother to death. "Thank you." I pull away from him, grabbing a near by rag, I begin to wipe the grease. "You should really let m get a job, I hate having to depend on you, I want to help." He rolls his tired eyes.
"We can manage, let me be the big brother, If I can't take care of my sister, then how will I be able to take care of Eve?" He chuckles.
"I guess." I sigh as I run harder. Steve doesn't understand, doesn't understand that I feel slightly useless. I want to help, but there is no way that I am able to.
"Is Dally with you" he asks, a weird look on his face.
"Yea, why?" I try and say it without attitude, thankfully it works. Steve walks away from my rag, over to a buck.
"No reason just stick with him." My hand goes to the long scar that rests on my stomach. He has been worried ever since that night, has watched me like a hawk ever since I got jumped; everyone in the gang was like that. They still are.
"Alright." I don't know if having a overprotective brother is good, or bad. Either way I'm loved, either way I love him.
"Here help me clean this up."  A smirk plays across his face, I only stick my tongue out at him like a little kid. Okay maybe I don't love him.
I dip the dry sponge into soppy water, instantly starting to clean the car he was working on. I wash the car, up and down nice and easily so I don't scratch the car.
"Need help?" A voice whispers deeply into my ear, causing me to jump the water from the sponge to drip all down me. I turn around, shooting glares at Dallas. I wish looks could kill! Both Two and Dallas would be dead! "Haha!" He begins laughing loudly.
"Here!" I throw him a wet rag at him.
"Ew work" he smirks.
"You sound like Two-Bit. Now please help me." I hiss playfully, his hands rise up in defense.
"Ok ok fine" he just grins, a very devilish grin; what is he up to? I turn back to my work. It can't be anything too bad? Wait Dallas, offered to help? He never offers to help anyone with anything. Suddenly, yet expectedly, water is poured all over my head. That bastard, he rang the rag out over my head!
"HEY" I yell. While whipping the water from my face, making sure none gets into my eyes.
"Now that was funny!" He laughs deeply. I'm not sure to be mad at him, or attracted to him.
"Ok I see how you are, you little shit!!" I say. Dallas bends over to put his rag in the bucket, bad move!  I take my sponge, ringing it out all over his back. His face when he turned around is priceless.

DALLY's P.O.V

Julie has it coming now. How dare she get me wet? It's okay if I get her wet, but not the other way around!
I pick up my bucket, ready to splash it on her, but she runs from me. I chase her until she trips, falling in some grass. The acted girl puts her hands up, trying to stop me from doing it, maybe if I had a heart. Instead of listing to her pleads, I proceed
to poor what ever was left in the bucket, all over her. She screamed a playful scream as the water splashes all over her, soaking her clothes. Julie stands up, completely soaked to the bone, and most likely sober. I turn around, mission over, I managed to get her soaked, hopefully in more ways than one. Julie rings her sponge out, once more, all over my head. The beauty of being shit on, is that you can clean yourself off.
I turn around, only too see her smiling. Gosh she is so beautiful when she smiles like that. I give her a devilish look, before she takes off running.
"Ahh help." She screams lightly as I tackle her. We both fall down onto the hard ground. I land on top of her. Julie's cheek turn a bright red. Her blonde hair is now a seemingly dark. The water on her tan skin shines under the summer sun, her Hazel eyes glow. I have never wanted to kiss a girl so bad in my life. I leaned in. Do I like her? Or do I wish that she would like me? Am I only looking at her like this because she doesn't like me, maybe because I just want her for her pants.

JULIES P.O.V

Is Dallas Winston going to kiss me? Do I want him to kiss me? To kiss me with those lips that he could be kissing another whore with? Do I want him to press his lips against mine? Would it ruin our friendship?
"JULE DALLY WHAT THE HELL, WHY IS EVERYTHING WET?" I hear Steve yell. I should either thank him for interrupting, or. be mad at him.
"Look what you did!" Dallas says while pointing to his hair. His brown hair is completely soaked, like my outfit. His hair is so hot wet, I absolutely love it. Dallas chuckles lightly as we both stand up. Unexpectedly he takes his shirt off, reveling a six pack. Why does he have to be so perfect. Can I be perfect? Please?
"Like what you see." He asks cockily, only causing my now sober self, to blush.
"Maybe" I flirt.
"You can look, and maybe touch." Dallas winks very seductively, before walking back to the shop.
"Don't tempt me." I whisper to myself, thankfully no one hears me. I swear that I might actually be going crazy.

"What the hell" Steve hisses.
"Sorry Steve" I say in my soft wanting-to-be-forgiven voice.
"It's ok, but next time, don't get everything else wet, including yourself!" I had forgotten that Dallas had pored a half full bucket of water on me. Great now I'm going to have to go home and change, again. What am I even going to wear to Bucks?
"Oh yea Steve I forgot to ask." My brother looks at me strange, "I'm going out to the bar with Two-Bit tonight, is that okay?" even if he said it wasn't I would still go. When people tell me one thing, I tend to do the other, even if it is my own brother.
"Yea I guess, but I'm staying at the Curtis house tonight and have tomorrow evening off so meet me there at Noon!"
"Okay!" I say while playing with his hair. Steve pulls me in for a hug, whispering "be safe Julie I love you"
"I will an love you too" I say while pulling away "see ya Steve! See ya Soda" we walk out of the DX and make our way back to my house.
That way could have went two completely different ways! Dallas Winston, he could have kissed me, I could have kissed him. What would of happened if we shared that kiss? We've been friends for a very long time, since he moved here from New York. Do I like him? Or am I just attracted to him? We flirted today, but that doesn't mean anything.
What are you doing to me Dallas, what are you doing to me.

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