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     "Sylvia, can I do anything for you? Get you more coke, food, drive you out into the middle of nowhere and leave you for dead?" I asked sarcastically
     "I'm fine, y/n, thanks." She replied harshly
     Dally and I were at my apartment trying to celebrate Christmas Eve, and guess who had the nerve to drop in. Sylvia knows dang well that me and Dallas have been dating for over three years now, and she just can't swallow it. If she can't swallow it, maybe she'll just choke. I sat down next to Dally on the couch and he put his arm around me. "So." Two-bit started, "anyone want spiked eggnog?"
     "We've all tasted your idea of spiked eggnog. Beer and eggnog do not mix." Said Steve
     "I'll take it, Keith." Said Sylvia
     He gave her some. She didn't drink it. "Anyway, Sylvia, since this is a gang thing, you should probably leave." I said
     "I'm part of this gang if I've dated one of you, right, baby?" She looked at Dallas and he scowled at her
     "That ain't necessarily how it works, but this is my apartment and I don't like you. So..." I waved my hand at her
     "I don't know why you're acting so jerky lately, y/n. Are you pregnant or something?" As soon as she said that, Dally looked wide eyed at me
     "No. But I wouldn't be surprised if you were." I said
     She gaped at me, looked at Dallas, then left. "I don't know how or why you ever put up with her." Said Johnny
     Dally only shrugged at that. "Can I talk to you outside for a minute?" He whispered in my ear
     "Mhmm." I said
     "Do you hate her? Like full on hate her?" He asked
     "Yeah. Why?" I asked
     "Do you think I still like her?" He asked
     "Kinda. Dallas, I think I, um, I think I love you." I said
     "Really?"
     "Yeah. You never flirt back with her. You respect me. You're a really amazing person. I want you to know that." I smiled
     "I don't really know what love is, y/n. I do know that I like you a lot more than her. A lot." He said
     I hugged him. "I'll take it. Merry Christmas, baby." I said and kissed his cheek

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