You're a badass, stubborn, chill, carefree, as it's always been your entire life. You never had to worry about getting or giving love, until a rag-tag gang changed your heart. You have to deal with all different consequences as you go throughout th...
The walk back was unusually quiet. Awkward, to say the least considering both of our loud, cocky ass personalities. Hell, the only noise that could be heard this time, were the annoyingly small pebbles being kicked and scuffed around.
The movie honestly wasn't that good. Just another sad sap story about the lovers that couldn't and the universe that wouldn't. I wasn't really concerned with the movie though. A few times I would catch myself eyeing Dally too much to just be called "glancing". It was annoying the shit out of me, and I had to do something.
Option A: Be a rational and collective human being and explain feelings and even possibly try to understand them while not being a bitch about it Option B: Cry into my dollar store dolphin pillow later and give out the best treatment there is for stubborn ugly people like myself and Dally; The silent kind.
Option B sounded like a good choice this time around, and every time around. But it seemed like I wasn't the only one who found Option B oh-so appealing. Dally hasn't said a word ever since he had the nerve to place his irritating musty fingers on that poor young lady-man.
" Soda's a charmer ain't he? "
After almost 10 minutes of walking I finally hear a small sad mumble followed by a scoff behind me. But, how could I answer? What should I say? It's not even a deep question, and certainly nothing worth thinking about. The poor guys' probably just trying to make conversation with my weird passive-aggressive ass. Why am I thinking about this so hard?
" Might as well call me snow white. Boy sure is Prince Charming ". I manage to scoff out while looking down and walking slightly ahead of him. I'm not sure what I was doing at this point. Soda is, well he's about the prettiest darn covergirl i've ever seen. But I didn't want him. I know I didn't.
" You got a lot of nerve little one. "
Before I could even ignore him I was pushed against something, I have no idea what it was, but I was too distracted by the pitch black eyes I was being lured into. He brought both of my wrists to the sides of me, holding me down not too hard, but just so he got my attention. I could tell he didn't mean anything by it, he was frustrated, I was too. My eyes followed his as he looked toward the ground, still having a decent grip on my wrists.
" Dally... "
He looked back up and there was a slight gloss in his eyes, maybe there wasn't, I'm not really sure because of how fast our lips made contact. I couldn't take it. This feeling I had when he touched that girl, and the feeling I get when someone takes the last muffin at breakfast in school, they're the same feelings. Jealousy and anger that someone was enjoying that perfect, badass, sly ass muffin when I could've gotten it, pisses me off. There were tons of broads who could have him wrapped around their finger, and their ass if they wanted to. But he already had me questioning if I had a heart and even that was too much, considering I always shut down that possibility. He made me feel emotions I could've only ever felt towards food.
We both let our eyes fall close simultaneously, not wanting anything else. Just to be standing there, in the middle of god knows where, with each other, lips hungry for the taste of want. The kiss was slow and heavy. One tiny drawn out confirmation kiss, that turned into 18 other confirmation kisses, not really sure what they were confirming. At this point, his hands were softly touching the nape of my neck, a type of softness you would never expect from this big bad tough guy.
He pulled away. We were both very greedy at this point and it was a blur what happened next. I'm not exactly sure who's apartment we some how meandered into while still kissing, but Dally seemed to know, as he pulled away from the kiss for a second to tell some guy named Scott that we were using his bedroom and he's gonna have to do laundry tomorrow.
( Comment below if you guys are okay with smut, I didn't want to write it just in case, but if you guys are chill with it i'll make a side chapter for the smut. I'll skip it for now )
3:37am. My black lace bra and panty set was hanging from the top of the bright green chipped painted bedroom door, which was open just a little, so I knew Mr. Scott probably got disgusted and left by the first moan. I examined my surroundings for a bit, making sure that this was an act of sobriety. After pinching and poking myself a few times to make sure I was totally conscious, I turned to the one person I told myself I would never let touch my pee pee. The person who's name I told myself I would never scream. The one person I would never stoop so low to; Dallas MacroDick Winston.
I let myself silent scream for a minute, before composing myself and taking a few DEEP breaths. I then put my hand in front of his forehead, to gently wake him up.
" What in gods fucking name Y/N " Dally said as I shook out my hand after pulling my finger back to violently flick him in the forehead. If I wasn't going to be walking for 2 days, the least he could do is get a little brain injury, not that anyone would notice if he did.
( Just for fun: A little visual aid of what's going on there )
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" We are not to talk about this. I will go change and live my life as the normal and rational human being I was before. Good day m'am. " I pulled the blanket off my fully naked body and tried to stand up, just before being pulled right back down to look into those big black holes called Dally's eyes. I couldn't help but smile a bit at the domestic vibes that this gave off. Despite fucking in a strangers home at 1:00am in the morning.
" So, you're my piece of ass now, correct? "
" You are climbing up the wrong broken tree babe, I don't do relationship's. We'll call this a fuck' n go. We've fucked, now i'll go. " I try to get up again, as well as trying to hide the blush on my face, and both turn into another more sadly failed attempts.
" Then can I put you on hold? Just to make sure Bottlepop doesn't snatch you up so quickly?"
" I don't know, I might wanna check out SodaPop's ol tin can, see if it lasts longer than yours " I finally stand up, while getting my ass slapped obviously, because what else would happen.
" Hey now I'm serious, and I never am. You're something I never knew I needed, but now that I know, I need a little more. I'm greedy. I want you, your ass, and that pretty little annoying brain of yours. I promise i'm not getting attached, but I can't promise that I won't be in the future. "
" Yea, I can't promise that either Dal " I mumble. I already knew that I was. he wasn't tugging at my heart strings or anything like that, but he definitely was leaving my brain busy with thoughts of him.
" Listen, we both got places to be. We can talk about this another time, and you need to work on your orgasm count. If I can get to 5, you could at least get to 3. " I quickly complain while in a rush to slide my pants back on.
" You'll have to test me next time then. I promise you'll be getting straight D's. " He laughs annoyingly at his own terrible joke.
" That was an abomination. I'm leaving. Bye miss. " I wave quickly, trying to hide the fear mixed with blush on my face. I could practically feel him smirking as I waddled down the stairs, mumbling a few "ow's" on my way down. I said something about a " thank you " to Scott, and quickly attempted to waddle-run home, practicing my " I'm so sorry i'm late please don't chop off my left buttcheek because that's my good side " speech to my mother, who I knew was awake.
Now if only I could practice my " Get a grip and stop catching feelings you weirdo " speech to my head. That'll be the day.
