You were at the dingo sitting by yourself drinking a coke when all of a sudden someone covers your eyes and says, "Guess who?" The dark voice sounds familiar but your mouth won't let you say it. "Umm who?" You respond. Then Dally takes his hands away and swings around and sits next to you and grins. "Hey Dally," "Hey tonight at my house at 9, ok?" You laugh and nod ok, Dally hugs you then takes your coke. It's almost 9 when you reach his house and you see him sitting on his steps. "You could have waited inside Dal." "Well, it's nice out, and besides I wanted to see you walk here." You two were both leaning on the side of his house, suddenly Dally took your hand and got you up against the wall and had your hands trapped so you couldn't move them. You finally have up on the struggle. "(Y/N) you know I've always liked your right?" Then he slowly kissed you. "Dally I've always liked you too," you reply with a huge smile. Dally wrestles you to the ground and you both end up laughing laying next to each other looking up in the sky at the stars. Dally outs his arm around you and you both sleep on the grass hugging each other.
“Johnny.” You shake him. “Johnny.
He mumbles, half asleep. “What? It’s 2 in the morning.”
“I want some tacos. With bacon. And maybe some chocolate sauce.”
“What the hell.” He laughs. “What does this baby like to eat?”
“Apparently tacos with bacon and chocolate sauce.” You say.
“Well, I’ll go make the baby some tacos.” He says, getting out of the bed in his boxers.
“Don’t forget the chocolate sauce!” You yell after him as you rub your belly.
You complain to your best friend as she literally drags you towards the Dingo.
“C’mon (Y/N), it’ll be fun! Two-Bit’s got a friend for you!” Cathy raises her eyebrows.
“Maybe I don’t want a friend,” you mutter, then stop.
Standing next to Two-Bit was the hottest guy you had ever seen.
Maybe you did want a friend.
Cathy goes over and hugs Two-Bit, where you just stare at the boy and he stares back at you.
“I’m Dally,” he says, sticking out his hand.
You take it. “(Y/N).” You smile.
“It’s pretty,” he smiles. But then he erases the expression off his face. “I mean, it’s tuff babe.”
“You don’t need to act all tough around me, I know your cool.” You grin.
“You really think so?” He asks.
“Yeah… You’re pretty cute too.” You smile.
“Well, I know that.” He smiles. “But you’re cuter.”
“Maybe we should ditch this movie.”