greasy.

Let me in.

The Blond haired, Blue eyed boy that accompanied you in the small room he called 'home', gave you a hard glare. you honestly don't know why he was so mad, considering he was the one who started the very small argument that you had earlier. It was literally about you asking if he was okay, considering he had just gotten into a fight with Tim.

"Is there an issue?" you snapped at him after noticing his glare. You kicked eye contact with him, and if looks could kill, you'd both be dead.

"Nope," he spoke, sarcasm dripping off of the words. "Nothing's wrong at all,"

"you, are a terrible liar," you rolled your eyes and crossed your hands. if it was anyone but you, he would've knocked them straight out.

"and you, are nosy as hell," he barked.

"Oh i'm sorry i care, Dallas," You seethed. "I'm sorry i even asked," you voice lowered to just a bit over a whisper, remembering the previous events. I just asked if he was alright, that was it... maybe he wasn't, maybe he isn't.

He sighed deeply and stood up, walking into the bedroom of his small apparentement style room in bucks house. you waited out for a second, pondering on why he was upset. then soon followed, you sat beside him on the edge of the bed.

"Can we just drop this, Y/N," Dally murmured.

after a while, you finally spoke up. "Why,"

"Just drop it," he said softly, calmer then normal. He was probably as upset as you were, but one of you was on emotional lock-down.

"No," you said, voice slowly getting louder. You looked up into his blazing blue eyes. You shared eye contact, then he shot his around head and was looking straight ahead, Focusing his attention on nothing.

"Why do you care so much?" He spoke sadly, and turned his head back at you. you gave him a confused look. "I mean it Y/N, why do you care about me? I've been nothing but awful to you, even if we are just friends. Why are you still here, putting up with my reckless, no good ass? You know i'm nothing but bad, and you continue to stay here, with me,"

"I'm still here because i know that you're different then you make yourself seem," you answered honestly. you waited a second before speaking again. "Just," you paused. "just let me in Dallas,"

"I can't,"

"You can,"

after a few minutes of protesting, dallas finally angrily caved. "What do you wanna know, huh Y/N? That i've always wished that my parents actually loved me? That i wish that i wasn't like this? That i want to feel something, with someone, But i don't even know what i want to feel. I want to be soft, nicer. Maybe that I want to let myself let someone look out for me, to have full trust in someone, but instead i have to look out for myself? because i'm scared of everything?" He growled angrily, his voice cracking. He stood up and walked towards the wall, facing it and not turning around.  "someone once told me 'You get tough and nothing can hurt you, you look out for yourself and nothing can touch you.' Man, I lived by those words, Y/N. Look where i am now! I'm a mess, i'm 16 and i've got more criminal offences than you could count!" He practically cried out, his bright eyes were glassy, and rimmed in red, his eyebrows were furrowed and stress lines had carved them selves into his forehead. He had slammed his hand against the wall so hard that you thought he would've broken it.

You then remembered what one of his friends, Ponyboy, once told you:
Sixteen years on the streets and you can learn a lot. But all the wrong things, not the things you want to learn. Sixteen years on the streets and you see a lot. But all the wrong sights, not the things you want to see.

"Dallas," you started, but was quickly interrupted. He snapped his body around at me so fast.

"Or, or maybe that i've always wanted to feel love, feel the love that a parent should give there child, the love that a significant other would give, and feel what it feels like to love something back," Dallas's voice came to barley more than a whisper. after a while of silence, he spoke again. "Now don't try and give me pity,"

"I'm not gonna give you pity, Dallas. If I was, i'd say i know how you feel, or things get better, but i don't know how you feel, and i can only hope they will. I just wanted you know that i'm right here, forever and always, no matter what happens." you tried your best to sound reassuring, but you suck at comforting, and dallas sucks at being comforted. You stood up and walked towards him, he leaned in towards you and you embraced him in a hug, wrapping your arms around him.

"I don't deserve this," He mumbled into the crook of your neck. "I don't deserve you,"

"You deserve a lot more then you think," You spoke softly, rubbing his back. You weren't gonna try and tell him it's gonna be okay, and that he's okay, because you both know it's not. so, you sat there, being the shoulder to cry on, or lean on in dallas's case.

That's all you could do.

A/N
ok so i feel like this is really crappy and i'm sorry about that.
also sorry that it's so sad but i've been seeing "What Dallas Winston doesn't want you to know" on Tumblr and stuff  & i was inspired by it bc i like to think that dallas isn't just a big asshat, so yea :)

also also, i was going by the book for his looks, but the gif obviously isn't from the book (duh morgan how could it be) so it's matt's portrayal of Dallas, which he played incredibly, just his looks weren't exactly like the book.

i hope you enjoyed this imagine, my loves.