Who We Are(The Outsiders Fanfiction)

106|"Tell Me This Is Real"

<Skyler's POV>

Drunkenly, I leap out of his arms. Dallas's arms? I can't be sure. He looks like Dallas, and he feels like Dallas, but Dally is gone, he can't be here. I look at him with my brows furrowed, trying desperately to see clearly through my drunken haze. "Skyler Elizabeth," he murmurs. I drop the bottle of liquor I was holding. Tears start pouring down my face. He can not be here, this is not him. My breathing starts to quicken. No one around me moves, they don't even flinch, as if I may explode. To be honest, I am afraid that I may. Not knowing what else to do, I bend over and pick up the bottle I had dropped on the carpet. By some miracle it didn't break. With the bottle in my hand I point at this man.

"You're not Dallas, you're some figment of my imagination," I say, scoffing a little at the end of my statement. I bring the bottle back to my lips and sip.

"Skyler, its me, its Dallas," he insists, but I just shake my head.

"Dallas is gone! You can't be him, he left me," I exclaim. He sighs as I drink more.

"Baby," he takes a step towards me and grabs my wrist, still scarred from my breakdown while I was tripping two years ago, "its me, its Dallas." I hesitantly look down at his hand and see on his ring finger, a plain silver wedding band. Memories slam around in my brain now. This is Dallas. My knees give out, the bottle drops from my grasp yet again. Tears continue to dampen my face and neck. I fall to the ground, Dallas grabbing my waist as I do. He falls to the ground with me, the two of us now in a huddle. Painfully loud cries leave my body. Dallas just tucks his neck into my shoulder and rubs my back softly.

"Tell me- tell me this is real," I demand through body wracking sobs. Dallas puts his face in front of mine, not blinking. His hand caresses my jaw.

"This is real," Dallas tells me. The months of heart wrenching damage fade away as those words leave his mouth. All the nights I spent crying, thinking, knowing, he was never coming back. 

"I love you," the words leave my lips desperately. Dallas doesn't say anything. He just slams his lips against mine and kisses me hard. His hands touch my body in such a familiar manner it is almost scary. Like a kiss from a ghost. When he pulls away from me he tells me he loves me and I know it is real. It has to be. "Over two years Dallas Winston, I missed you everyday for two years," I start. Dallas looks down sadly. I grab his chin and point his face towards mine. "But not a single second of that matters now, because you're here, and I am never living another day without you. Okay asshole? Not another fucking day," I say quickly. Dallas kisses me again, faster this time. Eventually, I don't know after how long, we stand up again, finally able to support our own weight. 

Chris is sobbing, no longer standing on the table. Steve looks sad, the rest of the guys look frozen in shock. Dallas embraces Chris next. She can barely get herself to wrap her arms around him. She is to shocked. I don't hear what they say as they hug, and I don't have to. The rest of the guys embrace him as they always do, a handshake and a tight hug. Steve hastily leaves the room after embracing Dallas. I know why, and I know I should follow him and tell him I am sorry that the one I loved came back and his Lena never will. But I can't, I am to damn happy to see my Dallas.

The rest of the night is a blur up until I get Dallas alone. It feels like it took hours to be with just him. He spent hours it seems, telling us how he got out, about jail. I will hear about it another time though, when I can actually listen. When all the conversation was over I dragged Dallas upstairs. On our way up the stairs Dallas grabs my waist and picks me up. My thighs wrap around his torso and my lips smash into his. Dallas practically sprints to Pony's room where I sleep when I visit. My back slams into the door while Dallas tries to open it. After what seems like a lifetime we are slamming the door shut behind us. He all but throws me onto the bed, sliding on top of me not even a second later. I can't get him naked fast enough. I want my skin touching his, now. In a matter of second we are both naked, violently locking lips and grabbing each other. His muscles are somehow bigger than when I last saw him. His biceps bulge and flex as he grabs me. His broad shoulders block my eyes from seeing anything but him. I am desperate for more of him. His touch on my body sends chills up my spine. I can't seem to take my own hands off of him. I am a drunken mess, but he is here. Dallas is here, in this bedroom with me, after two years without him his body is finally pressed against mine. I was never supposed to be able to do this again, but here he is. We don't stop for what must be hours. I don't know how we could, after all that time apart.