The Outsiders Imagines

Dally • Wild Child

*Requested

With you and Dallas, there was never a dull moment. The both of you were wild, crazy out of your minds and to you guys, no idea was a bad idea. Thats probably why the two of you got along so well. Nobody was as tough, or cold as you; and although it was clear that you liked eachother a lot, you kept your relationship a secret.

Even from the gang.

In the public eye, you two ran the streets. Nobody wanted to get into shit with you. You and Dal were always holding up a gas station or running from the cops - you lived in and out of friends houses or just wherever you could. The only thing that remained constant in your lives was eachother.

Darry always said that you ought to settle down or you'd end up dead before you get to thirty years old. He was probably right but your record with the cops was too deep to even consider another lifestyle. The thrill of this one was enough to keep you going anyway, and the street cred was tuff.

You were always patching up eachothers rumble wounds or pissing off the cops that hated you together. One time when you were caught up in jail and Dally got out scott free, he came by to see you almost everyday, talking loudly and saying things just to get on the fuzz's nerves.

"Here, I knew you'd desperately need this BIG BAG of weed while you're in here!" He'd joke, prentending to pass something through the bars.

It was pretty funny to the two of you considering it bugged the authority so bad but they couldn't even lock him up for it. Or sometimes, if you got caught and he didn't, he'd go rob a dime store on purpose just to get stuck in jail with you.

You know, 'moral support' he'd say.

But when you guys weren't in jail, at a rumble or doing something illegal, you just spent time together. You didn't even have to be doing anything all that special, just sitting in the lot at midnight with busted coke bottles and a pack of cigarettes to share. Maybe some takeout too. It was good enough.

"You know they hate us, everyone else in the world." Dally would say, crazy in his glistening eyes when the two of you had some alone time. It was never romantic alone time, it was hushed and dingy, walking down the back of an alleyway or cramped behind a moving train carriage.

"Its not as though we like them any more than they like us." You'd laugh, blowing smoke out of your nose and ripping grass from its roots.

"I reckon the gang like us." Dally shrugs.

"Too bad we don't get to see them all that much."

"Wherever we want to go these days the police'll be following, we can't bring the Curtis' that kinda trouble." Dal grumbles, his words kind of mumbled because he was talking with the cigarette dangling from his lips.

"Yeah...where are we going to sleep tonight then?" You ask.

That was one of the things that onlookers didn't understand about your lifestyle. The uncertainty could be thrilling sometimes, but when it was cold out and you needed a place to get some food and lay your heads, it could be a bit of a mission.

"I got an idea, to kill time." Dally grins. He was grinning that grin. The grin that came just before all the crazy ideas. The 'just for kicks' kind of shit.

"You always got some kind of idea now don't you Dallas Winston?" You couldn't help but chuckle.

"Yup." He smirks, already getting up and dusting grass off his jeans.