Adaline Peach Jones is trying to find her childhood best friend, Dallas Winston. But when she finds him things don't go as planned. What will happen to Adaline when she comes back into Dally's life?
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My name is Adaline Peach Jones. I live in a small town called Sprinkersville in Tennessee. This town is extremely small, the population right under 100.
I wasn't born here or anything. I moved here when I was 15, just two years ago. I am now 17 and I'm ready to go find him.
My childhood best friend, Dallas Winston. We were born and raised in New York. Together we would play games and cause trouble around the streets. Our parents were both as messed up as can be. We related to each other and he let me cry on his shoulder when my dad would beat me almost to a pulp.
We used to mimic the police that would chase us through the damp, foggy alleys.
"Put your hands up!" Dallas had his finger gun pointed at me, trapping me in a corner of the dirty alley. "Fuck off!" I laughed aiming my finger gun right at his face.
We both hesitated nervously staring at each other before pulling our fake triggers.
"Bang!" "Bang!" We shouted in unison.
Both of us fell to the floor and pretended to die. I sat up, Dallas lay still on the ground. I crawled to him and lifted his head.
"Oh no..." I began to fake cry to get him to stop faking and get up so we can go on with our day.
"Are you crying?" He shot up grabbing my face with both of his hands inspecting my eyes to see if they were filled with tears.
"Nope" I smiled as he loosened his grip on my face helping me up off the ground.
We were 8 then. But we never stopped playing bang bang, not until he left New York.
"Peach... I gotta go." He sounded guilty, almost ashamed. "What do you mean?" I questioned turning to face him. We were sitting on the rooftop of my apartment building. It was late at night and the city was still lively.
"I can't stay here, Peach. I have to leave. This place is hell and I gotta escape," he pulled out a cigarette lighting it with his chain. "I'm headed to Tulsa, Oklahoma. I don't want you to worry about me, okay?"
I exhaled while my heart dropped to my stomach. I was starting to hyperventilate, I was panicking. Left all alone in this grimy city. It just couldn't happen. He handed me his cigarette and walked towards the stairs.
"I'm sorry..." he said stepping down each of the stairs and leaving me.
That was the last time I saw Dally. My only friend. He was the only one I trusted, and the only one I allowed to call me Peach.
I couldn't let this happen. And that same night I grabbed all my things leaving New York by hopping on the back of a truck, unnoticed.
Dallas might have thought he could leave me here and go on to live his life. But I was going places too.
The truck drove all the way down to Tennessee which is where I walked and found the minuscule town.
