17 year old Hendrix has always loved taking pictures. After her tragic childhood she decided to leave California in hopes to find something worth taking pictures of. She finds what she's looking for in Tulsa when she sees someone who catches her eye...
After Dallas and I changed clothes and got ready for bed we both laid down. My heart was pounding and I just stared up at the ceiling thinking. What the hell is going on? I thought. Why am I so anxious and nervous all the damn time now? I guess Dally could sense my mind racing a hundred miles an hour because he just slowly grabbed my hand. I felt our fingers intertwine and all of the sudden my stomach ached it was tied so tightly. My breathing increased and finally I had enough. I got up and just walked outside of the motel room. The door led straight outside and I stood with my hands in my hair.
I heard Dally slowly walk outside. He didn't say anything. Just stood behind me while I stared into the darkness outside trying to make sense of my head. But that was just it. I couldn't. I couldn't make sense of my head because it wasn't my head talking. So I finally listen to what my heart was saying.
"Hendrix," Dallas started but I turned around and shut him up.
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His hands found their way to my back and my to his hair. I was so completely and fully invested in this kiss I couldn't feel, hear, or think of anything else. It was just Dallas. The world was just Dallas. I let felt as if every molecule in my entire body had been aching and craving this moment for longer than I thought. I kissed Dally with every bit of passion I had and he returned the feeling. Then a single thought, one little name, popped into my head. And I pulled away.
"What are we doing?" I asked suddenly.
"I don't know," he said. "But I know I've wanted to do that for a really long time." He brushed a piece of hair from my face and looked at me.
"Dallas, we can't do this. I'm in love with Soda. Your brother!" I started to panic again when I thought of this. I was making a mess of what was already a mess.
"Look," he started. "We can forget it happened. Let's go to bed and then let's find my sister. We can forget about it," he promised. I began to calm down and I just nodded. And then we went back to bed. And that night I dreamed of kissing Dallas Winston again.
