Jally

Ho Hey

That makes me HaPpY. Also I swear this is the last chapter I'm making of this book. With that being said, here's bulletproof part two. but if you wanna ask me any questions (be it about myself or the book) feel free to ask in the comments.

     I blushed like mad as Dally took my hand in his as we walked out of school.
     "Where would you like to eat?" He asked me.
     "Umm... what places do you like?" I responded with my own question.
     He thought for a moment. "There's a really good little coffee shop down the road called Pride if you wanna try that?"
     "I'd like that a lot Dally," I said, swinging our hands back and forth.
We walked down the road. Dally constantly tried to hitchhike, but I smacked his hand down each time.
"Do you know how many people get killed because of hitchhiking each year?" I hissed playfully at him.
"Does this have something to do with statistics?" He asked me.
"Umm, yes actually," I said, impressed.
"Oh. I'm not good at geometry."
I facepalmed. "It's algebra two," I said with a laugh.
"I'm not good at that wither," he snickered.
We finally arrived to the small restaurant.
"It's so cute," I gushed as we walked in.
The walls were painted a light pink, and it had a fifties theme going. But was really got me was all the pride flags they had hanging on the walls. They ranged from gay, to bi, lesbian and even asexual.
"It's pretty great isn't it?" Dally asked, leading me to a booth near the back of the building.
"Yeah," I said, still looking around.
We were the only couple in there, and soon a person walked up to us to take our orders.
"Hi, I'm Dakota," they said, pushing their fluffy blue hair out of their face. "Wait can I get for you two today?"
"I'll have the scrambled eggs and toast, with a black coffee please," Dally said.
"I'll have an expresso with cream and sugar in it, thanks," I told the person.
"That'll be right out," they said, turning and walking back into the kitchen.
Sally reached his hand across the table, and took mine into his. "I-I'm sorry for what I said earlier."
I winced, but brushed it off. "It's ok. You weren't the only one," I told him quietly.
"I know, but it wasn't right, I don't know why everybody assumed that that's what happened but-"
I felt tears welling up in my eyes from everything I'd heard the past two weeks.
"I don't wanna talk about it anymore Dally. Please," I whispered, staring intently at the table.
"Oh. Right, sorry Johnny."
The waiter came back out with our food right in time to save us from that painful conversation.
Dally began to eat his food and I sipped at the expresso.
"You really like that stuff?" He asked me.
"Hmm? Yeah the expresso is good. I've always liked expresso," I told him with a shrug.
He smiled at me curiously. "I drank one once, and I was bouncing off the wall for the next twenty four hours," he told me.
I immediately began laughing at him. "Oh no," I giggled.
I continued sipping my coffee as Dally ate.
Finally, Dakota brought our bill.
"Thank you," I told them.
They smiled. "Sure thing kid."
Dally grabbed he check before I could and headed for the counter.
"Hey!" I protested. "I have money!"
He grinned devilishly at me. "So do I babe."
I was stunned into silence by the nickname. "O-oh," I stammered.
Dally ruffled my hair. "How about we go back to my place and pick up where we left off at school?"
I felt myself blush deep red. "Okay," I said, grinning excitedly.
"Perfect," Dally mused, wrapping his arm around my waist and walking out the front door.