You blush, and turn back to Dallas. “So you love me?” you ask, and he nods. “And you’re not just pulling my leg, because if you are, I swear to God-”
“I’m great, Y/N.” he replies, grinning. “It’s great to see you again, everyone’s gonna be so excited, I gotta go tell ‘em. “Two-Bit!” you exclaim, pulling him into a hug. “How are you?” “Well, it’s about time.” someone says, causing you to jump around. “No.” he shakes his head. “No, I mean it, Y/N. “Why Mister Winston, you’re making me blush.” you say jokingly, but the smile drops from your face when you see how serious his is. “You’re not kidding.” “Well, you’re right about the hot part.” Dally says, pulling you close. “Oh, Dal, stop.” you say, waving your hand. “I just got off the flight, I’m probably a hot mess.”
“good change, definitely good. “he says quickly, causing you to laugh softly. “You look really beautiful.” “Good change or bad change?” you question, raising an eyebrow. “Ponyboy’s at the movies, as usual, Darry’s at work, so is Soda, and the rest of the gang are with him.” he replies, handing you a glass of water. “Man, Y/N, you’ve changed so much.” “Sure, thanks.” you say, closing the door behind you then follow him into the kitchen. “So, where’s everyone else?” “You too, Y/N.” he says, pulling back. “Come in, I’ll get something to drink.” “My dad got relocated again,” you reply, squeezing him tightly. “I missed you so much, Winston.” “Y/N?” he asks, and you nod. “Oh my God, what are you doing here?” You finally give up, and pull him into a tight hug. After a few moments of waiting, you begin to think he isn’t there, but then the door swings open, revealing a model-like guy.Ī wide smile grows on your face. “Hey, Dal.” you say, trying not to tackle him with a hug. You quickly shake your head, and give to sharp raps on the wood, then let your hands fall together. ‘What if he doesn’t remember me’ ‘What if I look like an idiot?’ ‘What if he isn’t here?’ ‘What if he doesn’t like me?’ All these thoughts and more fly through your mind as you stand there. You stand on the doorstep, hand raised, about to knock on the door, but you stop. Originally posted by lifeofvampirediaries (requested) Dallas Winston dally winston Dallas dally winston dallas winston imagine dallas winston imagines dally winston imagine dally winston imagines dallas imagine dallas imagines dally imagine dally imagines winston imagine winston imagines dallas winstonxreader dally winstonxreader dallasxreader dallyxreader winstonxreader the outsiders the outsiders imagine the outsiders imagines “Yeah, I think that I can.” he replies and nods, causing you to smile. “For you, I think I’d quit smoking altogether.” “No smoking.” you say, crossing your arms. “Do you think you can go without a cancer stick for a few hours?” “Really?” you ask, and he nods. “Okay, I’ll go, just one condition.”
“The one and only.” he chuckles. “Listen, I like you, a lot, so what do you say we go out sometime?” “That would be me.” you nod as you feel a blush spread across your cheeks. “And you’re Dallas Winston.” “Don’t sweat it, doll, it was my fault.” he replies, smirking at you. “You’re Y/N, right? And you’re in my English class?” You frown at the odd behavior, and turn around to find yourself face-to-face, or rather face-to-chest, with Dallas. “Oh, sorry!” “What?” you whisper as she waves and skips away. “You know, I was thinking the exact same thing, Y/N. “Oh my God, he’s coming over.” she whispers, then nods and raises her voice. Quickly, you turn around and let a small smile grow on your face. “What?” you gasp, turning around and locking eyes with none other than Dallas Winston. “And also he’s looking over here at you right now.” “Well, first off Soda told me that Dally won’t shut up about you,” she says, eyes drifting to focus on something behind you. “And how would you know something like that?” you ask, raising an eyebrow. “I know for a fact that that statement is false.” Y/B/F/N says. “I do not!” you insist. “Besides, even if I did, he doesn’t even know I exist.” You open your mouth to protest, but she cuts you off. “Oh please, Y/N, you’re my best friend, I can tell when you like someone. “Dallas.” she replies, a smirk on her lips. “What are you talking about?” you ask, looking at her in mock-confusion. “Why don’t you go talk to him?” your best friend interrupts your thoughts as you gaze dreamily at Dallas as he stands at the curb. “You’ve been staring at him for the past five minutes.”
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