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hi! maybe you can write about “the way things go” by beabadoobee with soda or darry! please :)

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Of course!!! I actually had ideas for the both of them but I choose…

The Way Things Go…

~Sodapop C x reader~

warnings: war, death, angst, etc.

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And there’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy

And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try

Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind

But I guess that’s the way things go

You had your eye on Soda for a while now, always have and always will. But the worse part is he isn’t even yours. He’s Sandy’s. She’s pretty but it doesn’t make up for her personality. You’ve caught her talking to Tony during gym and you were itching to tell Soda when school ended. But of course she got to him first, he’d never belive you anyway. Sandy’s his girlfriend you aren’t.

But that changed when she got pregnant and moved to Florida in ‘65. You knew it was Tony’s baby but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that then or ever. Now you’ve gotten his attention that you’ve been longing for since high school. By now Soda would have already been engaged to Sandy since the class of ‘66 had graduated three years back. You wonder if Soda had ever had the same thoughts about you as he did with Sandy.

The record spun round and round as it played the soft hum of “I’ll be seeing you” by Jimmy Durante. Soda had his eyes on yours as you both swayed together to the slow, romantic song. You smiled softly as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I love you, Pepsi-Cola.”

He grinned when you confessed to him the words you have many times before.

“I love you too..that’s why I gotta tell you somethin’.”

You raised your eyebrows at that. He seems happy..is he actually doing it? Is he proposing?

“I..got drafted. I’m gonna be fightin’ in Vietnam..”

You froze as he said that. Your whole world felt like it had crashed. You knew about the war going on, everyone did, but you didn’t think he would get drafted.

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry, everything will be ok. I’ll write to you everyday and it’ll be like I never left.”

You shook your head and you felt the tightness in your throat and the sting in your eyes.

“No, Soda. This isn’t alright! You can’t just tell me you’ve gotten drafted to war and say everything will be ok.”

He shook his head and cupped his hands around your face to make you look up at him. He was hurting as much as you were but you knew he’d never show it, he had to stay strong.

“Shh..I promise I’ll make it back to my girl. I love you, you know that I always keep my promises.”

He tried to smile at you but his chin quivered as your glossy eyes met his. You knew this draft would affect your relationship, but you’ll never know how until the day comes.

Can’t remember how to say your name

Let alone count all the freckles on your face

A distant memory that I used to know

Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go

The train station is crowded it’s like the whole town is here and you can’t help but wander how it’ll be like when it’s time to pick them up four years from now. You fiddle with your necklace around your neck as you watch Sodapop say goodbye to each of his buddies one by one. Your heart aches as you watch Soda’s face. He’s smiling but it never meets his eyes. His eyes aren’t bright like they usually are and you doubt they’ll ever be again.

You shift on your feet as Soda stands infront of you. He puts his duffel bag down on the ground next to him and he tilts his head as he looks at you. He’s already wearing his uniform.. military uniform. You feel like you’re going to break down right now and you belive Soda feels the same exact way.

“Soda, let’s just run away! Come on, let’s go now. Let’s just ditch this whole thing-”

He shook his head and cupped your face with one hand so he could wipe away any stray tears.

“We can’t. I can’t.”

The train horn blew once again and your stomach turned. You shake your head and the tears pool in your eyes.

“Soda, don’t leave. Don’t leave me please.”

You begged him to stay but all he could do was pull you into his arms and let you cry into his chest. Your hands clung to his body like it could keep him there with you until forever. He pulled back just a bit to see your face. He smiled and grabbed something out of his pocket.

“Hey…I got somethin’ for ya. I want you to have it so if you ever miss me you can wear it.”

He pulled out a ring box and he opened it. It’s a ring band..an engagement ring.

“Soda…”

He looked like he was going to break down but he kept his smile as he looked at you, the smile never meeting his eyes. He took the ring out of the small box and put it on your finger.

“When I get back we’ll get married. I’ll make it fancier than somethin’ like this train station. Promise.”

You looked down at the ring on your finger before tackling him into another hug. But that was cut short by the conductor blowing the horn and yelling for people to get on the train. Jerk.

“Don’t go!”

Soda quickly grabbed his duffle bag before running to the train. You stifled a laugh but the tears ran down your face. He got on the train and the gang stayed with you, of course they would. You all stared at the train but your head snapped when you heard your name from an open train window and a smiling Sodapop Curtis.

“Bring her up here, I never got to give a proper goodbye to my girl!”

You laughed and hurried over. The group helped you up and your lips connected with your lovely boyfriends. You wished this could have lasted forever but nothing good ever does.

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Soda grins against your lips before leaning back.

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”

The train horn whistles a final blow before it starts moving against the tracks. The boys hoist you down and Sodas head still sticks out the train window. He puts his arm out too which lead to him waving like crazy.

“I’ll write to ya’ll!! Keep a Coke in the icebox until I come back!”

Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go

Can’t remember when you said you called

Miles away and it’s still my fault

The love you said you had, it sometimes showed

Oh, I guess that’s the way things go

The letters flowed from week to week. You loved reading how Sodapop got along with all his new buddies and it made you smile. You read about how much he missed you, how he longed for these four years to be over so he could come back home and get married…

Three years and six months. That’s how long Soda has been in Vietnam and now you’ve got about a thousand letters in a huge box dedicated to him. But one day in June the letters just stopped. You waited and waited for just a letter. One letter is all you need but it never came.

You sat on the Curtis brothers porch in the hot weather of July. You fidgeted with the engagement ring on your finger. Your mind drifts off as you stare down at your ring. You imagine the life you are going to have with him but your dreams are cut off by six boots infront of you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Soda?”

But when you lift your head up you’re met with three sorrowful soldiers. One soldier infront holding a military uniform with the name tag “Soda Curtis”.

He sure did keep his promise of coming back but not in the way you expected. The Coke that’s in the ice box will never be touched because that’s the very last thing Soda told the gang to do. You now have his military uniform and the shining band around your finger you vowed to never take off. You just wish he had something of yours so in his final moments he’d always have apart of you…

Oh, I guess that’s the way things go

There’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy

And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try

Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind

But I guess that’s the way things go

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Outfits I’d wear in

~ The Outsiders ~

I’d wear this to the diner where you get the most delicious mint chip ice cream and strawberry milkshakes with my girlies. The shift dress is nice and movable for when the jukebox is playing the best of Lesly Gore and The Beach Boys. The sunglasses are for the hot weather in Tulsa and to push my hair out of my face. My hair would be perfectly curled and have a small beehive in the back since I would want the best hair in all of Tulsa.

I’d wear this on a windy Tulsa day as I visit the greaser gang. I’d talk to Ponyboy about the new movie I saw or help Darry clean up the kitchen. I’d try to subtly sneak glances at the juvenile greaser that is smoking so freely in everybody’s faces. My dress is light and airy so I won’t sweat as much as I try to beat the boys in a card game. My hair is put back so no one would try to mess it up..Two-bit.

I’d wear this to hang out in the lot or simply go to Bucks bar with the gang. I’d wear the jeans just to stay subtle and not bring attention that a preppy girly is with a bunch of greasers. I’d wear the heels to stay classy and to match my shirt. My hair would be softly curled but held back with a headband so when I’m dancing to the Stones my hair won’t get in my face.

I’d wear this on a rainy day in Tulsa. I’d make trips to the library or simply to the record store to check out the new Supremes album. The Gogo boots help with keeping my feet dry during the rainy day. The dress helps keep me warm and fashionable throughout my whereabouts through different stores. The hat helps my hair stay dry but also fashionable. My hair is put back so the wind won’t push my hair into my glossy lips.

I’d wear this to bed and subtly stay up late waiting for Dallas to sneak through my window. My record player will be on softly playing Sinatra as I flip through one of my many Vogue magazines. My hair would be pinned up in curlers before bed so in the morning my hair would be softly curled. My nightgown is soft and silky so when I go to sleep I’ll be comfortable and feel like a princess.

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You Don’t Own Me

D Winston x reader

warnings : Dallas Winston , toxic relationships , suggestiveness , alcohol , etc.

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You don’t own me

I’m not just one of your many toys

Dallas Winston is trouble. You’ve known that since you’ve heard about his juvenile record but also because he’s been screwing around town. Well you didn’t know the last part until a few days ago when you’ve heard Betty talking about your boyfriend when she was getting her hair done. Betty just went on and on about the girls Dallas had been screwing behind his “poor old girlfriend’s back”. Let’s just say..you left the salon with your blood boiling. But the best part of this was your so called “boyfriend” was parked outside waiting for you.

You huffed and swung the car door open before sitting down in the passenger seat and slamming the door closed. You crossed your arms over your chest and kept your eyes infront of you, not even wanting to look at the boy next to you.

Dal’s thick eyebrows furrowed and he narrowed his eyes at you.

“What’s up your ass today?”

You huffed out a laugh. Is he serious?

“My ass? What’re you putting up Sarah, Sasha and Sylvia’s ass?”

Dallas scoffed and threw his hands up like you’re crazy.

“What the fuck? You’re fucking crazy, man. You think I’m screwing around?”

“Uh..I don’t think, I know.”

He shook his head and glanced around the car not even wanting to look at you.

“Yeah, yeah. Keep talking bullshit, that’s all I hear from you.”

You scoffed and grabbed the door handle before opening the passenger side door to get out.

“Bullshit? Our whole relationship was bullshit and you know it. Have fun with std’s, asshole!”

You slammed the passenger door closed and walked away from Bucks T-Bird.

You don’t own me

Don’t say I can’t go with other boys

You’re upset about Dallas cheating on you and you went to one of your best friends, but also one of Dal’s buddies. Sodapop Curtis. You always got along with Soda but you also knew if Dallas saw you both together Dallas would want to die from insecurity. When you guys dated you knew Dallas had a huge ego but sometimes when Soda would come around it just seemingly faltered.

“Crazy ol’ Dal. I’m so sorry, he can be a real jerk sometimes.”

“Yeah..I know.”

Soda paused as he looked around the diner before he practically jumped with excitement.

“Hey! I almost forgot but there’s a big party tonight, we should totally go!”

You hesitated but slowly nodded your head. You can manage to have fun without Dallas. You don’t need a scumbag to control you the whole night. So with that you of course agreed.

Once you both finished your milkshakes you headed your separate ways. Soda went back to the DX and you were about to start walking down the cracked sidewalk to go head home. But someone happened to be in the way.

Dallas was leaned against the Diner wall smoking a cancer stick. You glanced away from him as quick as possible and tried to walk away but he must’ve seen you.

“Hey! What the hell?”

You didn’t want to look back but you made the mistake of meeting his narrowed eyes.

“What?”

“What’re you doing with Sodapop?”

You shrugged your shoulders and shifted uncomfortably.

“We were just talking. It’s none of your business, anyway.”

He furrowed his brows and scoffed.

“None of my business? I heard ya both. Going to a party together, slut.”

Your head snapped to meet his gaze and that made him smirk at you.

“So what? Soda is much of a better man than you’ll ever be.”

“Are you serious? Going to a party with Curtis instead of me? You’re making a mistake, Doll.”

“You’re a mistake, the biggest one I ever made.”

Don’t tell me what to do

Don’t tell me what to say

And please, when I go out with you

Don’t put me on display cause you don’t own me

Don’t tie me down cause I’ll never stay

The party is wild and the best decision is going with Soda. You had a couple of drinks and everyone here is drunk, except Soda. Your head is spinning and you feel ditzy. There are a few people from school here but you’ll never find a Soc here, it’s too disgusting for them.

You’re enjoying yourself in the burning ecstasy of the alcohol burning your throat. But your happiness is washed away when you’re met with those devilish eyes of Dallas. You scoffed out loud, not afraid to show your annoyance. He saunters over to you with a beer in hand. He reeks of rum and tobacco. Gross.

“Hey sweetheart.”

“Hi.”

He grins down at you and sways back and forth. He’s disgustingly drunk. He puts his hands on your hips, his thumbs rubbing circles into your hips. He leans his mouth close to your ear.

“God..you look so good tonight. We should go somewhere a little private.”

He slides his hand down your hip and to your upper thigh. You gasp and swat his hand away.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Come on, I’ll make it up to you. I’m sorry, Doll. Daddy will make you feel better in a few minutes if you stop being a brat.”

You shake your head and push him off yourself.

“Get off of me! I wish I’ve never laid eyes on you!”

You hurriedly left Dallas and went searching for Sodapop to take you home.

I don’t tell you what to say

I don’t tell you what to do

So just let me be myself that’s all I ask of you

It’s been a month since the party and you can’t help but feel so much happier without Dallas brining you down. You were so sick of being dragged down, being compared to his ex. You were so sick of being told you were never enough for someone who didn’t even deserve you! Everything seems brighter now and you can’t have it any other way. Now you can say “I survived Dallas Winston.”

I’m young, and I love to be young

I’m free, and I love to be free

To live my life the way I want

To say and do whatever I please

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Girlies!!

Here are some ideas of the different writing I will be posting! I already posted Norman F Rockwell! 😚

You guys can send different ideas/asks too! Just send and I’ll write! 💗

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m - my girl by the temptations

a - angel by shaggy

r - ruby tuesday by the rolling stones

i - i can dream, can’t I? by cass elliot

l - love by nancy adams

y - you’re so vain by carly simon

n - november rain by guns n’ roses

g - gangsta boy by lana del rey

i- i’m every woman by chaka khan

r - running up that hill by kate bush

l - layla by derek & the dominos

y - you don’t own me by lesley gore

I have a really mixed up music taste but I doubt you could see that here

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Adriana

Grace

Baker

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Full name : Adriana Grace Baker

Nicknames : Adri, Hollywood, Shorty , Blondie

Age : 16

Birthday : January 31 , 1949

Gender : Female

Height : 5’0

Class : Soc

Relationship : Crushing on Dallas and not proud of it. Not at all.

Personality : She’s really not afraid to put you in your place. She can be sweet but has an attitude. Just don’t get on her bad side and you’ll be thankful to have a friend like her. She’ll be cheering you on , always be there for you and of course will be supporting you no matter what you choose to do in life. She’d do anything for anyone no matter what but that’s why people think they can take advantage of her. She sure doesn’t let that happen. She’ll put you in your place and make sure you know where you stand. She won’t take disrespect or be used by anyone. She knows her worth and she won’t let anyone take her down.

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It was the most perfect summer day in Tulsa. The sun shined bright on our town looking over all the darkness on the East side. I followed Dallas to the DX with Johnny to see my brother, Sodapop. When we walked into the refrigerated air of the DX Soda was working the register. He looked drained but he grinned when he saw us. We talked to him for a while but I went over to the ice box to get a cold Pepsi. The DX bell rung over the door which meant someone was walking in. I heard the clicking of shoes and immediately looked up. No greaser’s shoes sound like that, it had to be a Soc. When I headed back over to the register, with my Pepsi, I met the person that walked in. She was short but pretty. All the Soc girls I’ve seen were pretty but she was different. She had a soft smile, soft blonde curls that framed her circular face, blue eyes that sparkled like sapphires unlike Darry’s who are like ice. Dallas whistled low as he watched her walk towards the counter a grin spreading across his elf-like face.

“You look like you’re on the wrong side of town, Doll.”

I cringed inside as Dallas spoke trying to swoon the poor girl. Instead she kept that soft smile and shook her head. I noticed my brother had his eyes on her as she spoke. I didn’t know whether it’s because she was a Soc or a really kind Soc.

“Nope. I heard this is the best gas station around. Had to check it out.”

She giggled at her own words but it sounded like an angel. She spoke to my brother about her car needing fixing and he said he’d work on it right away. She smiled brightly.

“Great! Here’s the money for it. I’ll pick it up tomorrow!”

She handed him the money and turned to walk away but before she did she waved at us goodbye. That was the first time everyone there has gotten a chance to meet an angel. That would be the closest Dallas would ever get to heaven.

- Ponyboy Curtis 1964

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Her best friends are Bri and Jess. They’ve been friends for only a few years but it has felt like they’ve known each other for their whole lives! They love and care for eachother no matter what social class each other are. That’s why Adriana will always feel sympathy for people that are less fortunate than her. She donates money frequently to people in need or she just hands over the Curtis brother’s money no matter what day it is. She hates seeing people going through traumatic events without any help. She gets along with the greaser gang pretty well too.

She adores Ponyboy for his love for literature. She adores Sodapop for always smiling even when times get rough. She adores Darry for working so hard. She adores Two-bit for his ability to make people laugh. She adores Steve for his intelligent mind. She adores Johnny for staying strong. She adores Dallas for…being cute?

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Blondie? The Soc with the attitude? Yeah I know her, man. I don’t get why she’s such a bitch to me. All I said was she had a nice rack but I guess that broad can’t take a compliment. Anyway, yeah I guess she’s okay. She’s always smiling and trying to bring the best out of me. I keep telling her there ain’t nothing nice about me but that broad won’t stop. Blondie is a try hard. But I don’t care about that, all I need to know is which panties she wears. I bet she wears those cute lace ones with the bows.

- Dallas “Dally” Winston 1964

Adriana could be a movie star. She has the face and the beautiful personality. I swear I could see her name on a big build board or on a big movie screen. Her and Soda could be famous if they wanted to be. Whenever she shows up to my house she always brings a subtle peace. She gets along with all of us. She doesn’t care about our rowdiness or that we’re all greasers. She likes us for who we are and it’s rare to find that in Tulsa

- Ponyboy “Pony” Curtis 1964

Hollywood? Haha that girls great! She always laughs at my jokes even when they’re about her. She don’t care if I make fun of her because she’ll shoot them right back at me! My ma likes her a lot too. Shorty brought over some cookies and offers to babysit my lil sis. She’s sweet as sugar. I swear I could trip over her and won’t even see what I tripped over! Haha!

- Keith “Two-bit” Mathew’s 1964

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I would climb the highest mountain and cross the skies above

I would write in flaming letters “You’re my one and only love”

“Shut that shit off” “No! It’s Lesley Gore!” “Whatever, Doll.”

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Likes : Cherry Coke, Dallas Winston, Dogs, Sleeping, Shopping, Marilyn Monroe, Hollywood, Dancing, The Diner, Dally Winston, “Gentlemen Prefer Blondes”, Music, Collecting vinyl, Drawing, Did I mention the tough hood that won’t stop bothering her?

Dislikes : People that are rude for no reason, Getting used, Liking Dallas Winston, Pepsi, Itchy Clothes, Being hot/sweaty, Bob Sheldon.

Fav Artists : Lesley Gore, The Doors, The Rolling Stones, Brenda Lee, The Supremes, Nancy and Frank Sinatra, The Beach Boys, Dion, Ella Fitzgerald

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Back story : Adriana grew up in New York with her loving family. Her mother is willing to do anything for her but favorites her brother. Her father was a sheriff back in New York but got offered a better salary as a sheriff in Tulsa. So the family moved to Tulsa Oklahoma hopefully for a better life. Adriana wanted to move but she loved her life back in New York. She had all her friends and family there but in Tulsa she has no one.

When she got to Tulsa for the first time her mother wanted her to get a job. It’s not like she needed one since she could just use her daddy’s money but her mother wanted her out of the house. So she picked up a job as a waitress. She made so many new friends and school is school, there isn’t nothing good about it. Sometimes she just wishes she could skip class but she’d never have the guts to do that. Until one day Dallas Winston kept nagging her at her locker to skip class with him.

She’d never done something like that before but she obeyed and they both left school skipping the rest of the day to hang out at the DX. She had already gotten familiar with Soda, Dally, Steve, Johnny and Pony because she met them at the DX a while back. That’s why Dallas can’t seem to stop bothering her now, he just always wants to see her.

Soon after she got to meet the rest of the gang. Two-bit liked her because she was able to crack jokes just as easily as him. Darry liked her because she wasn’t afraid to help him out with chores and always be a helping hand. She soon later became a close friend to the gang. A person they can all rely on.

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The one that got away…

D Winston x reader

Warnings: angst , death , guns , etc.

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“Used to steal your parents liquor and climb to the roof”

“Talk about our future like we had a clue”

You perched yourself up on the top of your roof with that crippling anxiety of falling off in the back of your mind. Dallas was already sitting up there with a bottle of whiskey, that he stole from your parent’s stash in the basement, with that careless grin plastered on his face. You moved a bit closer to him as your eyes scanned the whole neighborhood.

“The west side.”

Dallas murmured under his breath with disgust but it left when his eyes met you.

“Never thought I’d be sitting on some Socs roof without spray paint or a sledge hammer.”

You rolled your eyes and turned your gaze back to him then down to the whiskey bottle.

“Well you are. Plus, you stole my parent’s whiskey out of their basement!”

“Pfft- whatever, man. I would’ve just stolen it at a store anyway. Don’t matter if it’s your daddy’s liquor.”

With that he took a swig out of the whiskey bottle. You grimaced at him, how disgusting you thought. He smirked when he pulled the bottle back from his lips before wiping his mouth with the back of his hand.

“Take a swig, Doll. Ain’t gonna kill ya.”

You looked at the whiskey bottle that he was shaking in his hand like it was a piece of candy. You hesitated as he told you to drink it. You didn’t want but you took it from his hand, anyway.

“You only live once.”

He smirked and nodded before turning his head to look at that rich neighborhood that he’ll despise til the day he dies.

“Atta girl! Next thing you know you’re gonna be wearing leather jackets and carrying a blade wit’ ya.”

You shook your head and your face looked like you just ate a fresh lemon after you took a swig. You wiped your mouth with the back of your hand before passing the bottle back to Dallas.

“Here, I don’t think I can drink anymore.”

He shrugged his shoulders before snatching the bottle out of your hand and giving the bottle another quick swig. You pulled your knees into your chest as you stared out into the neighbor hood. The clean streets, the polished mustangs, the rich houses, it doesn’t mean anything to you but to people like Dallas..that just means you’re a stuck up baby. You cleared your throat.

“I hope my parents don’t find out about this. You know, sitting up on the roof with a bottle of their whiskey..with a hoodlum.”

He stared at you as you spoke before snorting like this whole thing was a huge joke.

“God, who gives a shit if they find out? What’re they gonna do, huh? Call the fuzz? Ban me from seeing my girl? Pfft- no way.”

You shrugged your shoulders hesitantly.

“Yea but..it was just a ‘what if’. Like..what if they do?”

“Well ain’t nothing gonna stop me from seeing my girl. If they try I ain’t gonna give two shits! No way, man.”

You smiled as you turned your head to look at him and just as expected he was looking right back at you.

“You mean it?”

“You know damn well I meant every word. And so what if they don’t accept us? Shit, I got a brain, I know people and I know places where we can go.”

Dallas isn’t good at expressing his feelings and I guess this was his way of saying “I love you”? But you don’t think he’d ever say that to you, not now or til the day he dies. He’s got a reputation to keep up, remember?

“Never planned that one day I’d be losing you”

“Dallas you can’t be going, you’re already injured your gonna get hurt-”

He was pacing back and forth in your living room before snapping his head back to you.

“Hey! I’m goin’, man, and you can’t tell me shit, you hear? I’m gonna’ fight for Johnny, those boys need me. I don’t care if you like it or not.”

His words stung as he starred daggers into your eyes. This doesn’t feel right, not at all. But before you could respond to his coldness he rushed out of your house..not even with a goodbye.

That’s why now you’re running down your perfect paved streets barefoot, with your breathing frantic. You had gotten a frantic call from Darrel Curtis saying that Dallas is doing something stupid and you need to head to the vacant lot. You tried to be quick as you ran, but you kept stumbling over your own feet. You hurriedly tried to run to the lot as you saw a group of boys running infront of you. You ran past them as you panted trying to get some air in your aching body but what you saw made your breathing stop. Cops…guns..Dallas. Dallas holding a heater at the cops?

Crack

The gun shot rang through the silent night.

Dal’s body tumbled down the hill and fell on the cold, cracked road. The yells and screams from the gang surrounded you. The feeling of the cold air made you feel like you were frozen in place. You were too late, everyone was.

“In another life”

“I’d be your girl”

“We’d keep all our promises”

“Be us against the world”

The crisp new autumn air tugged on your hair as you headed to a place you never thought would. Dally’s grave. You sat down next to him as you looked up at the setting sky. Normally it would never be this quiet between the two of you, but now it’s just one left. All you’re left with are your thoughts or ‘what if’s’. But you knew Dallas would have ended up this way no matter what you did right or wrong. You just wish it didn’t happen so soon.

“In another life”

“I would make you stay”

“So I don’t have to say you were”

“The one that got away”

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