Meet me under the stars (The Outsiders fanfic)

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"All of the stars in the sky had nothing on his smile"

"You have to eat something." Steve pushed a sandwhich my way. We were in the hotel room now. I had passed out from, and I quote, "Emotional stress and not eating for 3 fucking days. And drinking on an empty stomach."

"I'm really not hungry steve." I pushed it back. My stomach hurt at the thought that I had lost Dallas. The girl in the red dress was so much more than I am. But two can play at that game.

Johnny walked in, his hair wet from the shower. "Kaya please eat it." He pleaded.

"Alright Johnnycakes." I took the sandwich and pulled him onto the bed, I laid my head on Steve as I ate. Dallas sat in the corner picking at his sandwich. He saw me on Steve and his eyes flared up like flames. Maybe he wasn't just ice.

"Okay that's enough. What the hell kaya?" He grabbed my arm at forcefully.

"Get offa me. I didn't not consent for you to grab my arm like that." I pulled my arm away and he stood awestruck. "Two can play at this game Winston. try me." I gritted my teeth.

"You are gonna be so sorry for this." He smirked as leaned into me, his lips inches away from mine. only I wanted to feel this. I didn't want anyone to feel Dal's lips. I didn't want any other girl to take him. He was mine. Bad boy. Good lips.

"Am I?" I smirked back as he dragged me to our room.

"This doesn't mean its okay." I laid next to him, our bodies perfectly fit together. "It never will be okay."

"I know." He showed no emotion. Yet all of them.

"Then why?" I looked at him, begging for answers.

He looked right back without saying anything.

If he says all the right things it means he's said them before. Logan told me once.

But you always say the right things. I told him.

I know.

Dallas never said or did the right things. He was all around a bad idea. But I liked bad ideas. He stayed silent just looking at me.

"You're not perfect." His eyes widened as I said so, taking it as an insult. I knew I was saying the right thing but I'd never done it before. "I mean look at you, you are a mess. My mess. Your hair is always everywhere, you always lose your shirts. You get arrested all the damn time. You are a mess. You never say the right thing and you never tell me what I want to hear. You don't sing, dance or like music at all. You smoke and drink all of the time and you party all week. You are always getting in trouble. God, you are a disaster."

"Wh-

"Just like me." He smiled. An actual smile. That lit up the entire universe, that could keep our earth safe and warm for eons. That smile could make me happy. "You're so imperfect it makes you seem perfect to me. Your hair looks great messy. You look better without a shirt on. You have fun and live your life reckless and...gallant. You don't give a shit and I like that. A lot. You know every song that comes on but claim to hate music. You don't dance but you tap your foot while I cook to the music. You tell me truth unlike every one else. You don't hide things from me and you are always there, even if I don't want you to be. If I didn't know any better I would say that maybe you were good. But you aren't. You will always be a bad boy but that doesn't mean you are a bad guy. I don't want to change you, you can't change people and I like you the way you are. You are a mess but MY mess. Not anyone elses. not Darry's, not your dads. Not the girl in the dress. but mine. Got it Winston?"