You walked into Buck's, smelling alcohol and feeling deaf from the blaring music. You smiled, who didn't like the adrenaline rush of parties?
You quickly walked up the stairs, knocking on Dallas' door. A muffled groan responded, and you pushed the door open.
You smiled - the sight before you was priceless.
Lying on the bed, there was a pale-faced Dally Winston, covered in tons of blankets, with a thermometer in his mouth. His hair was a little tousled, but still fell perfectly across his face. His nose was red and you noticed all the tissues thrown around his bed.
"Babe?" Dally's voice was low and sore and he obviously had a headache.
You walked closer to your sick boyfriend. "Hey, Dal," you said in a soft, soothing voice.
"Baby, I think I'm sick."
You stifled a laugh - he was just too adorable! "Yeah, Dal. I think you are too."
He groaned. "Glory, baby. This sucks."
"Alright, we are going to get you dressed and we will walk over to the Curtis' house. And then I'll make you some-"
"Shoot! I ain't letting any of the gang see me like this." He said stubbornly, burrowing himself deeper into the blankets. Of course, he can't damage his reputation. "I can't risk hurting my rep."
You rolled your eyes. "Okay then. I will go to the store real quick, swipe - I mean, get you some medicine."
You heard a soft laugh coming from Dally. "You've been spending too much time with ol Two-Bit," he managed to say.
You stroked your fingers through his hair. "Two-Bit? Look who I'm with now. You were about to leave, when Dally called for you again. "Stay."
You only obliged, cuddling with the cuddle monster Dally was when he was sick. He placed his head in the crook of your neck, falling asleep to your calming hum and stroking of his hair.
