Wet ~ Dallas Winston

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I walked down the alley, knowing it wasn't the wisest way home; but right now, it was the safest.

There was a fight going on with Tim and a soc and it was getting bloody, hence the sickness. So I decided to walk home.

I took out my cigarette packet from my leather jacket, actually it was Dallas'; but I stole it. I'm surprised he hasn't wanted it back yet.

It started raining hard by the time I went through the alley, I didn't want to get too wet so I ran to the closet building.

Buck's.

I was smacked with the smell of alcohol and smoke. I coughed a little and headed up to Dallas' room. I knocked and heard him shuffling to get up.

He opened the door, his eyes crusted shut. He made a low hot husky groan as he spoke. "Yeah?" He asked.

"It's raining and smells like death down there. Can I stay the night?" I asked, he forced his eyes open and nodded.

He left the room and came back, tossing me a towel. "Don't need you gettin' sick, Y/N." He said in that low voice again.

"Thanks." Of course he didn't welcome me- cause he's Dallas.

I sat on the ground and leaned against the wall, trying to relax with the day I had.

"Don't sleep down there man, it's cold and hard."

"I'm fine."

"Come up here. I don't bite."

"But I'm wet." I chuckled. Dallas smirked, thinking with his dirty mind.

"Just get up here."

I scoffed in defeat and climbed in bed with him, he wrapped an arm around me and chuckled. "You're also cold."

"Always have been, nerd."

"You did not just call me a nerd. I am not Ponyboy, Y/N." He said, offended.

"Are too a nerd!" I smirked.

He got on top of me and started tickling me like there was no tomorrow. "Take it back, Y/N." He laughed.

"Never!"

He continued tickling me no matter how much I begged. "Ok! Ok! I take it back!" I strained out but he stayed in that position. "Hi." I laughed a little.

"Hi." He returned the suddenly planted his lips on mine. It took me by surprise at first, but I recovered and wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him closer.

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Hi...

I'mma shoot myself now.

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