The Outsiders preferences and imagines

Dallas imagine

A/n: this is based off the song Walkaway Joe by Trisha Yearwood
     "Y/n, honey, be careful, ok." Mom said
     "I will be. He's waiting in the car, I gotta go. I love you." I said
     I've just started dating Dallas Winston. I always thought that maybe I could change him a bit. Maybe I could straighten him up a little. But I couldn't. I couldn't help love him for the way he was, though.
     "Hey." He said
     "Hey. You ready?" I asked
     "Yeah. Get in."
     I did as he said. We drove around for a bit, then he pulled into a Texaco gas station. "I'll be right back." He said
     "What's in your pocket?" I asked
     "Nothing. Just wait here." It looked like a knife. Maybe a gun.
     I didn't bargain for this, but I can't stop being with him. I don't know why. Later on, he came back, with about fifty bucks in his pocket. "Where did you-"
     "I've had it." He cut me off
     We drove some more. We went to his place and I was exhausted. We went upstairs and fell asleep. I woke up in the middle of the night and saw him next to me. I tried reaching for him, but he seemed to move away in his sleep.
     I knew this relationship wouldn't last as long as I thought it would. But I was blinded by finding love and accepted almost anything.