I placed the drinks on the coffee table in the living room. "Hey Dal can we talk?" I asked. "Whata ya gonna talk about what happened last night" Two-bit said receiving laughs from the others while nudging Dal. "Why does everyone know about what happened last night besides me" I said getting angry. What if Dal did take advantage of me being drunk? If that was the case I swear to God I'll never speak to that kid again.
"...Dal..." I said staring him in the eyes, "I swear to God..." I said taking a deep breath trying to calm myself down. "just" I couldn't even finish a single sentence, "j-just come with me please" I said clenching my fists, it was obvious that I was gonna blow and everyone in that room knew that when I get mad, you don't want to be near me... or talk to me... just don't come in contact with me, thanks.
He didn't say anything, just stood up and followed me to my room. I closed he door behind me and leaned up against it taking deep breaths in and out, "Dal" I said in a quiet and shakey voice. "I-It's not true, I would never take advantage of you in that state. I know it's expected of me because I'm like a fucking douche to everyone else but out of all people you should know I wouldn't do that to you. Being honest, as much as I wanted to, I didn't because you're my best friend. I wouldn't do that to you." he said quickly. I can tell he wanted to get his point across and he was serious.
Dallas Winston is the type of guy that doesn't show his emotions too often. Well he actually wouldn't even let steam off like this to anyone... even me. He has a reputation he doesn't want to break. But with me, I feel like it didn't matter...
Dal and I had been friends ever since I could remember, He used to rent out my basement apartment with his dad. Until his dad went ape shit on him and left him here. I wasn't home that week, my mom, dad and I decided to go to Florida to visit my grandparents. I guess his father thought that was a good time to break. We came home to a young Dallas Winston, bruised and cut up, alone in the basement. We took him in until he moved out around three years ago. He got his own place around the corner at only fifteen years old. We've just been beside eachother's sides ever since we became friends. I would consider him more of a best friend than Ang, Ang is just a girl so I can tell her more than I can tell Dal.
I was relieved to hear him say that. You can hear when Dal is being completely honest because it's so distinct... he lies a lot so him telling the truth is pretty noticeable. Only if you know him like I do.
"Okay, I believe you" I began. "But why does everyone thing we fucked?" I asked finally being able to crack a smile. We both sat down on my bed, she was a king size because I'm a spoiled only child. "Probably because when you were busy getting drunk I was with you the whole time. Making sure you didn't, ya know, die. Then I took ya up to your room and ended up shirtless in your bed. Bet Ang told them all because she came in last night." He said with a sigh. "Little hoe" I said laughing.
*ding* Text message from "Gang Shit🍆"
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Two-bit: "What's taking so long?" Stella: "Wanna stfu" Steve: "come on Two your disrupting their alone time" Stella: "Why are you guys texting, you're literally downstairs" Soda: "Just bc we love pissing you off"
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Dal decided to yell downstairs instead of answering the group chat. "Do ya like pissing me off" He yelled angrily slamming the door opened. He turned around and winked with a laugh. He loved fucking around with them, he knew that they were all scared of him.
"S-Sorry Dal" Steve stuttered out of fear. Sometimes Dal will just keep going with the 'joke' and even I sometimes will think it's not a joke anymore. "Which one of you little bitches decided to start shit that I got with Angelo huh?" he said in his 'intimidating' tone. "Uh-uh it was Ang" Pony said practically muffling his voice from under a pillow. "Figured" Dal said, "Well nothing fucking happened so stop saying it did" he finished. Followed by him slamming the front door and walking out. I saw him through my window and he just laughed. What an asshole.
I decided I might as well get changed... do something with my life. It's around mid, end of May so the temperature is starting to heat up. I wasn't planning on doing much today so I decided to just throw on some high waisted denim shorts with an off the shoulder white loose shirt and tucked that into the shorts along with the gucci belt my parents got me for my sixteenth birthday.
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Maybe I'd get Ang to come to the mall with me, I needed to find a job asap rocky. The gang was still downstairs, "Hey Ang" I yelled receiving a classic Ang New York accent "What", "Wanna come to the mall with me" I yelled back. "Yea got some clothes I can wear" she said, I could hear her running up the stairs from my room. She began searching through my drawers and eventually picked out an outfit. She picked out a striped shirt and threw on my white zip up sweatshirt with black denim shorts.
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I was usually the one to drive since Ang didn't pass her road tests. But she'll be retaking it soon. "Where you two going?" Two-bit said as we were about to walk out the door. Always something to stop us. "To get a job, maybe you should try it" I said walking out the door not worrying about what his answer would be.
I classically put on one of my favorite songs, Ang and I's favorite. "Knock Knock" by Mac Miller. We usually go off to this song, scream the words because it describes our life. But Ang seemed off, I can tell when she's just in an 'off ' mood. Which was today.
"Hey Ang ya seem off, something buggin ya" I said. "Nope" she said quickly, something's off. "Somethings off, I'm your best friend, I can tell when somethings not right" I said back. She was avoiding telling me what was wrong which made me nervous.
