- DALLAS WINSTON.
❝ GIVE 'EM A RUN FOR THEIR
MONEY, SWEETHEART. ❞
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[ GRAPHIC CONTENT ]
[RIGHTS:]
- THE ONLY CHARACTERS I OWN WILL BE INTRODUCED, I DO NOT OWN ANY CHARACTERS CREATED BY SE HINTON.
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MARTY R.–
"c'mon tim, let me go!" angela stomped up to her older brother.
i was getting ready for the race, tim tagging along to ride with me. i sat at angela's vanity, applying red lipstick to match my thunderbird.
"no angela." he huffed out.
"why? i go to buck's parties! i can handle one race!" she fought back.
"you go to buck's?" tim's voice booms, i almost jumped hearing him yell.
"yeah! i do! i come back perfectly fine!" she exclaimed.
i figured it'd be best to wait to put eyeliner and mascara on.
"fine, go! i don't care! if you get hurt, don't come running back to me!" tim finally broke, i heard footsteps and a door slam soon after.
good thing i didn't put any eye makeup on. i quickly started, just incase.
"now all i need is a ride." angela sighed, walking towards her dresser.
"you know he's trying to look out for you." i tell her, perfecting each wing of my eyeliner.
"i ain't a baby anymore! i don't need his help, he acts like he's the boss over me when i basically run this house! if i wasn't here neither of them would have food or clean clothes!" she vented.
i sighed, starting on my mascara. "i get it, you just gotta give 'em time to adjust. he's used to watching over you."
"i know." she mumbled.
i bounced onto my feet, "do i look okay?" i ask.
angela turns and gasps before a smile formed on her face. "perfect!" she squealed.
a pair of high waisted jean shorts, exposing most of my tan legs till you reached my black combat boots, a white v-neck was tucked lazily into my shorts and i tossed my leather jacket over it. my hair fell naturally straight, a blessing honestly. a small silver chain with the smallest heart charm laid around my neck.
"i'll see you there, be careful." i smile at her, grabbing my keys and my cigarettes.
"see you there!" she called to me as i exited the house.
i met tim on the porch, "let's get her out of the trailer." i grin.
tim's smile never looked like an actual smile, more like a sly smirk. as a child i watched it fade to that nasty smirk as his family broke.
i backed the thunderbird out of the trailer and tim's smirk grew.
"ridin' in style." his hand glided all the way to the passenger door.
"you best be clean, if you get anything on my car i will kill you." i deadpan.
