The Good Bad Girl- the Outsiders Dally Winston x Reader

The Greasers- Date with Dallas Winston

I ran a hand over my hair in the hopes of pushing down any stray strands. I knew that it was stupid, but I really wanted to try and not look like complete shit for this date- it was the first date that I had gone on in my fifteen years of life, and I was actually rather excited. At the same time (understandably enough), I was absolutely petrified. I had gone to the drive in a few times myself, and every time I went I always say either Greaser or Soc couples on dates. I saw what the dude would do- he would do the really cheesy fake yawn and arm wrapped around shoulder thing, and he would always be sneaking kisses with the gilr he was there with. At the end of the movie, as I'd be walking home, I'd always see the couples back in their cars, makin' out like there was no tomorrow. I was torn between not wanting Dally to try any of that shit on me, and having a deep desire for him to do all of the cheesiest stereotypical date stuff in the book.

What does it matter? I thought to myself as I threw my skateboard down on the ground. It's not a date- it's a boy and a girl going out to see a movie with each other. It's not a date, it's a social event. You know it, and Dally most certainly knows it. Because what could he see in a girl like you? There are so many other Soc girls out there that are wayyyy prettier than you. He'd probably have more interest in shackin' up with one of them than with you.

I started to ride down to the drive in, one hand wrapped around the switchblade I had in my pocket. I wasn't expecting anything to happen to me again, but my nerves were really on edge today regardless- the drive in was one of the number one Soc hang out spots. More often than not, they would be hanging out there with their dames, drinking and shooting up, just waiting for a Greaser to come by so tha tthey could lynch him. And I hadn't yet completely healed from the last encounter I had with one of them- I didn't need to get a second beating. Not yet, at least.

Despite the fact that it was completely dark outside, I could see Dally standing outside the drive in, waiting for me. (The fact that he was just lighting a cigarette as I approached him helped my sight, as his face was illuminated by the gentle orange glow of his flip lighter). Even though he probably couldn't see it, I smiled as I used my foot to brake on the board.

"Dallas!" I exclaimed.

Dally looked up from lighting his cigarette and, seeing that it was me, smiled. "Hey kid! Didn't think that you would show up!"

"Why wouldn't I?" I asked him, kicking my skateboard up into the air and catching it with my good arm.

He blushed as he shook the ashes from his cigarette with a flick of his wrist. "Oh, I don't know. It's just that girls usually get intimidated when I ask 'em out...a lot of 'em end up flakin' on me."

"Why would anyone literally pass up the chance to go out on a date with you? I mean, you're super hot and-"

I stopped mid sentence, realizing the downright stupidity of what I had just said.

Why did you said that? Stupid, stupid, stupid.

My face was quickly heating up.

Dally laughed. "I know, right? Guess the Soc girls just got awful taste in men."

I laughed nervously in reply. "Yeah, I guess so. You wanna just get in and watch the movie now?"

Dally extended his arm as he tossed his cigarette to the ground. "After you, m'lady."

I rolled my eyes at his stupid attempt at chivalry. Okay, guess I take back my earlier statement. I don't want any of that stereotypical date night shit.

***TIME SKIP: HALFWAY THROUGH THE MOVIE

I tried to stifle a yawn, afraid that not doing so would come off as being rude. I didn't want to let Dally know how much I hated this movie- the plot was boring and difficult to follow. The only thing that I could pick out of it was that there were cars and girls. (Which, I'm guessing, is why Dally picked it in the first place...if those two things don't scream "Dallas Winston," I don't know what does).

Dally leaned in close to me, and for the briefest second, I thought that he was going to put his head on my shoulder- or plant a kiss on my cheek. Instead, he was leaning in to whisper something in my ear. His breath was cool, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as he asked me-

"Hey, you wanna bounce? I don't think I can take much more of this cliche plot line."

"God, I was waiting for you to ask me that since this shit show started," I replied with a laugh.

We stood up from our places on the wall and snuck past the screen quickly, trying our best not to obstruct the view of the other movie goers. We walked back down to the entrance of the drive in, right where we had met about an hour and a half (or so) ago.

"My God, that movie blew," Dally remarked, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I know, right? I had no idea what the fuck was happening during the thing."

"Me neither."

We stood there for a bit, looking up at the stars shining down from the sky. I hated to admit it, but they were pretty. Even though a Greaser isn't supposed to be into anything that isn't either Tuff or Tough, I've always had an immense fascination with astronomy and the night sky. When I was younger, I would spend Saturday afternoons at the school library, checking out every book they had on stars and the galaxy above. I would fantasize of going up into space, and becoming a famous astronaut. I remember that at one point, I even dreamed of having my wedding in space (I was a weird kid, alright? Don't judge me). Obviously, those days are long behind me. The days in which you can just stand and look at the stars without the fear of getting jumped by a Soc, or getting arrested by the cops. You just can't do that shit no more.

I was so caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't even realized I was shivering until Dally asked me, "You cold, kid?"

I looked down at my arms and saw that they were covered in little goosebumps. I rubbed my arms in the hopes of warming them up. "No," I lied. I didn't want him to think that I was weak.

He let out a soft chuckle. "Yeah, right. Look at you, you're freezing!"

"N-no I'm n-not," I replied, realizing that my teeth were now chattering. Great.

Dally removed the jean jacket he was wearing and wrapped it around my shoulders. I pulled my arms through the sleeves and pulled the collar up. I took in his scent- alcohol, cigarette smoke, and Axe body spray. A weird yet slightly intoxicating and comforting scent.

I could feel him wrap an arm around my shoulders and pull me close to his chest. For the millionth time this night, my cheeks turned bright red. I lay my head right next to his heart, listening to the faint lub dub it gave off.

The sound of life.

"Darry?" I whispered, almost completely inaudibly.

"Mmm?"

I took a deep breath.

"I think I love you."