GREASER IMAGINES | m.m.

she is | d.w.

inspired by the fray's 'she is'
[ your pov ]

It's a Saturday night and everyone in Tulsa's  out on the town; that is except for you.

You decided to stay home and study for your upcoming English exam. Normally, you'd just wing it but after Pony bet that he'd get the better score, you couldn't turn down the opportunity to crush him.

It turned out studying didn't take the whole night so you decided to get a little dolled up and surprise Dally at the bar. You slid on his favorite black dress, did your makeup to a comfortable level, and tied your hair up into an elegant ponytail. You smiled at yourself in the bathroom mirror as you left.

You'd created the perfect look for the perfect night.

It didn't take long to walk up the road to the bar, especially when you're daydreaming about the look on your boyfriends dreamy face when he sees your dress or the feeling of his hands leading you in a slow dance. Your mind floated on a cloud as you strolled into the gym decorated with crepe paper and a few teacher chaperones. It only took you a moment to spot him, but when you did you wished so desperately to have not.

There he stood; drunk as anything with one girl pressing a hot, sloppy kiss to his lips and another with his free arm wrapped around her.

Suddenly your feet begin to give out. I thought he loved me. I suppose I could've been wrong. You slowly begin to exit the gym, my face hot with anger. You trudge home and that's when the sadness fully hits. Your tears seem paralyze you as you kick and scream. Why did this have to happen to me. To us. I was so happy. You scream a bit more and the last of them takes you to the floor. Your sobs become quiet but from a deeper part of your soul.

[ dally's pov ]

"Dally man cut it out,"

I feel myself being pulled away from someone. Why was I so close to them in the first place?

"(Y/n) was here," Pony tells me.

It takes me awhile to register what had just happened. Right. I was sucking some bitches face off. Oh God why am I so stupid.

"Please tell me your kidding," I say beginning to feel the blood rush to my head but somehow still see the world becoming clearer.

I can't live without her. She's going to leave me for sure. God why am I so stupid.

"Wish we could man," Johnny cuts in.

Before I know what to do, I take off running though I don't know where. Usually I'd run to (Y/n)'s when I've screwed up but of course I had to screw that up too. That thought makes me stop running but I figure I should go there anyway. I can't give up on us.

Not yet.

With heavy breaths I raise my hand to knock on the door. I find myself hesitating, but I shrug it off. She's worth it.

Within seconds, she swings open the door in anger. "What do you want,"

She looks so beautiful. She must've been coming to surprise me. Even with the blurred mascara and lipstick smudged from what looks like three bottles (possibly four) bottles of beer she'd downed in the last thirty minutes or so. She's just so perfect.

"Look (y/n) I've never done this before but I love you and I can't lose you so here it goes. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. I need you. Don't leave me," I feel something I've never felt before and can't quite recognize.

I don't like this feeling. It reminds me of my childhood. It's a tingling feeling in my eyes. A, perhaps, trembling of my lips?

She screams. She hits me and yells the lowest of profanities. She's worth it. She pushes me away. She begs me to stay. She slams the door in my face. So many times, I'm sure she woke all of Tulsa. She's worth it. She's so worth it. Eventually she comes tumbling into my arms and I hold her harder than I have anyone because I know this won't last much longer. She deserves better than me. She'll realize that soon. But I'll still hold on to her. Even if she doesn't hold to me.

I'll hold on to her until the very day I die because she's so worth it.