The outsiders preferences and imagines

request----Brooklyn x Dallas

i'm excited for this 

@caity_caitlyn 

warings: i don't think i really need to list anything? except death (and cursing)

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New York, what a crazy place to live. I've been here for six years now and i'm still finding places that are new to me. Last night i was walking by the docks when i saw a guy get stabbed. Jesus, that sounds so impersonal, but i don't know how else to deliver it. 

My best friend dally was there for everything. He showed up in new york when he was twelve and landed in juvie at fourteen. I got to new york when i was Fifteen. My parents were killed when i was thirteen. The social worker, Amanda Spenster, had trouble with me. I escaped and made my way to New York. I was barely young enough to be in her care, but that didn't stop her from trying to keep me.

When i got to New York i was lost and dazed. As i walked down streets, slurs echoed after me. I carried an army tote that had Curtis printed on the back. It was my Uncle's before he died. It held my only other pair of pants and a couple of shirts. I had no idea where i was going, and with each step i realized how deep in trouble i was.

I stumbled into the nearest convenience store. A thin, rat-like man stood behind the counter. He stared at me skeptically. I nodded towards him and began to look around. A few glances at the cashier told me this place was not the place to shoplift. I began to walk out when the shape of a person caught my eye.

 He was slipping a pack of smokes and a few candy bars into his pants. His eyes caught mine; They had a strange, playful sheen to them. His black hair was slicked back in greaser style. I dressed as a boy almost all of the time, a greaser boy at that. My hair was short and slicked back only lightly. I wore a flannel, a black shirt, and faded jeans. Converse topped of my look. I dressed like a greaser and talked like a Soc, what a fun combination. He had raised his finger to his lips and motioned for me to follow him out of the store. I followed him around the corner. 

"Hey man. I'm Dally Your not from around here are you?" The Boy's lips parted to allow his tongue to dart out and lick them. He had a leather jacket, and thick eyebrows.

"Hey", his face contorted in surprise when heard me speak, "I'm Brooklyn." He had looked shocked to hear i was a girl. My hair was cut short, it resembles a neighbor boy's. "like you said i'm not from around here." He smiled sweetly at me and asked if we could hang.

-----TIMESKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY CASTIEL-----

When Dally left, I cried. He had left during the night. We shared an apartment because we don't really make very much money. So it was the only logical option. Our lives had gotten tangled, and i didn't mind it one bit. I had caught feelings and they bothered me. 

Each day i saw his face it only made them stronger. Of course i kept my feelings to myself. Dally was the type of guy who brought home girls and then dropped them later. I couldn't be on of them. The last time i had an in depth relationship they died. If i was going to date anyone it would have to be serious. i couldn't take being alone, and couldn't pay for it either. 

-------BIG FAT FUCKING OOOOF / TIMESKIP------

Moving back to Tulsa was a big risk. If anybody i knew was there i would be screwed. I had been gone for almost three years and never told anyone where i was going or who i was. 

The town always been run down, well, only the part i was from. We hadn't been the best off but we were happy. My brothers, oh god my brothers. I had left them and didn't even talk to Darry, let alone Soda. who doesn't tell their twin where their running away too, but I had been taken away from my brothers and put into foster care. I was sitting on the train when these thoughts had rushed into my brain. I had no idea what i had in store for me.