everyone says he's bad news. everyone says he ain't one to mess with. everyone says he isn't worth anyone's time. well, everyone also says I have a gift for looking at things in a different perspective.
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Collide by Rachel Patten
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After the movie everyone went their separate ways and Dallas took us back to the same house from last night. I guess he didn't want us staying at a club or bar venue, which I was thankful for. At least he was thoughtful.
Me and Dallas leaned on the hood of his car, smoking and looking at the sky. "What a night." Dallas smiled
"Yeah, what a night." I agreed, smiling back
"Looks like you've got a job." Dallas commented
"And a nickname." I chuckled
"Should've expected it, its like your name is just asking for it." Dallas joked
"You know, I don't mind Poison Ivy. I feel it suits me." I thought
"Oh yeah?" Dallas asked
"Yeah, like it could be used just for the soul purpose that my name is Ivy, but I'm called Poison because I'm toxic and dangerous. Not one to mess with." I stated
"Yeah, suits you pretty well." Dally agreed
"You all have nicknames, don't you?" I asked
"Eh, except for Steve, Ponyboy, and Sodapop. I guess calling Ponyboy 'Pony' and Sodapop 'Soda' is like a nickname but its more of just saying his name in a shorter term." Dally said
"Well you've got Dally from Dallas, Darry from Darrel, Johnnycake from Johnny Cade, and Two-Bit from...um..." I trailed off in thought
"Keith." Dallas finished
"Keith?" I repeated
"Yeah but no one calls him that. If anyone has a nickname that's gonna stay its Two-Bit's." Dallas said
"Keith..." I mumbled, "Never would have thought."
"Do you have a middle name?" Dallas asked
"No." I shook my head, "My parents never saw the point in middle names. No one in my family has one, why do you ask?"
"Just wondering." Dallas said as he inhaled his cigarette
I watched him standing there in the moonlight, handsome was an understatement. The more you look at him the more you noticed every feature that fit him perfectly, no one that good looking existed in Cincinnati. It then occurred to me that I never did ask a question that seemed obvious, but the more I thought about it the more I wanted to know. I knew I was going to sound stupid asking, but I needed reassurance. "You don't have a girl, do you...?"
Dallas looked at me and must have heard the slight heartbreak in my voice. I tried to hide it by looking away from him but it somehow seeped through. Why it even existed in my voice I didn't know, neither did I know why I wanted the answer to that question so bad. "No." Dallas answered. I could hear the thick sympathy in his words, I must really look like a pansy right now.
