Outsiders Imagines

Dallas

Your POV

It was unbelievably cold outside. 11 degrees and it was only November! Your parents kicked you out for the second time that month, even though you always came back. You laid in the lot on the old car seat, hugging yourself tightly. You'll be surprised if you didnt have hypothermia within an hour.

"What the hell are you doin' out here?" A voice shook you out of your trance, your head shot up to a tall dark figure in front of you.
"I'm sleeping....or trying to at least" you say quietly and raise up completely.
"You know its 11 degrees out right?" He scoffs
"I'm aware." You sigh "I got kicked out of my house. So I have to be out here"
"Parents?" He asks 
"Yeah" you reply and slowly get up.

There was a long pause between you two. It was very dark so you couldn't see any features on him.

"Come on" he says and turns on his heel
"Where are we going?" You frown
"Finding you a place to stay" He states.

Your best option was to just follow this guy even though you didn't know him. He glanced at you a few times as you both walked
"So what's your name, kid?" He asks, he seemed so unbothered by the cold
"(Y/N), how about you?" You say, keeping your hands in your pockets.
"Dallas Winston" He answered and lit up a cigarette.

With the small light from the lighter you could make out his cold brown eyes and that he had brown hair. You've seen him around a few times and heard a few different things about him. From what you could remember he was a complete trouble maker and was constantly getting arrested. You walked silently beside him, shaking from the almost unbearable cold.

"Could I...?" You ask softly, motioning towards the cigarette in his mouth.

His brown eyes scanned you for a second and he took the cigarette out of his mouth, handing it to you. You couldn't help but smile and take a deep and long drag. After holding the smoke in for a few moments you blew it out through your nose.

"Holy shit." You whisper and hand it back to him.
"Nah keep it. You need it more than I do. Shoot I'll probably die of lung cancer by the time I'm 20." He laughed and you look up at him.
"I appreciate it..." you reply and couldn't help but smile from this strangers gesture of kindness.

He clearly wasn't good at somebody saying thank you because he looked away and made a face. As you smoked the cigarette you walked in silence once again until you reached a familiar building with loud music pouring from its windows. You've been there once or twice for a party.

"My buddy Buck, he's got a few rooms open. You can stay here for the night." Dallas says as he opens the door and walked in.

The atmosphere was smoky and loud, filled with drunken people. You looked around and followed the taller male up the stairs of the building. He saw that nearly all of the rooms were taken and cursed.

"Well kid you scored tonight. You can have the room I normally stay in." Dallas says and goes into a room at the end of the hallway. It was a small and slightly messy room. It kind of smelled musty too.
"Are you sure?" You asked him and immediately grab the blanket, wrapping it around yourself for some sort of heat.

He looked down at you and laughed at how you wrapped yourself up in the thin blanket. He shook his head and went to the closet, getting an extra blanket for you. You watched him and smiled a little bit.

He practically threw the blanket at you and you laughed a little, catching it. You yawned and laid back on the creaky bed, curling up a little.

"Thanks a lot Dallas." You say softly and look at him. You see he was getting another blanket and laying it on the floor.

He groaned and laid on the floor, using his jacket as a pillow. You felt bad because this was actually his room and now he had to sleep on the floor.

"Hey um... you could have the bed. I'm fine with sleeping on the floor." You say and sit up a little bit.
He frowned and looked over at you. "Don't even worry about it. It ain't much worse than sleeping in a jail cell." He states and laid his head down.

You looked at him and after a few moments you laid down and closed your eyes. You sighed softly and thought about your parents. You really wished they were different... that they at least acted like they loved you.

"Hey kid? Why did you get kicked out anyway?" Dallas asked out of nowhere.
"Oh man." You laughed. "You want the truth?" You asked softly.
"Why do you think I'm even asking?" He replied with his own question and you smiled slightly.
"Long story short I got caught with a guy in my bed." You laughed softly and run your hand through your hair. "They were so pissed off and he just ran out of the house half naked."

Dallas laughed loudly and looked at you. His laugh was nice, he had a genuine laugh. You remembered the events of the night and shook your head, laughing again.

"Man you must not be sneaky! Did they hear you moaning or something?" Dallas asked with a laugh.
"No they heard the bed creaking." You admit and blush. "They called me all sorts of things, jezebel, slut, whore." You repeated the words and it hurt.
"Well shoot. Get some sleep kid." He responds and didn't say anything else.

You nod and close your eyes. Nobody had ever been this kind to you and Dallas Winston wasn't known for being kind. It was weird. However you still were thankful for his kindness. It meant a lot.

It didn't take long for you to fall asleep, you hadn't slept so good in a long time.

(Hey guys. I hope you enjoyed this imagine. I really enjoyed writing it! Feel free to comment your opinions on it :)
-Nail)