The Outsiders shit

Dallas ||the helpful Winston||

Requested by __rxseqvartz__ hope it's okay I kinda switched it up a little.
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You sat on the couch, readings some stupid car magazine of Soda's. after all, you were at the Curtis's. Only because you had broken leg after entering a drag race with Steve, and the car crashed. Believe me, it was nobody's fault, but Steve wouldn't stop apologizing.

So now here you were, sitting on this couch a lot of the time because it was much easier then using those wobbly crunches. Not to mention, everyone was gone for the day, leaving you alone. You didn't mind to much because you knew some had work, and others had school or track. So you sat on the couch, trying to enjoy the day, but found it pretty difficult.

Suddenly, the front door was swung open and in strolled Dallas. He had a cancer stick hanging from the tips of his fingers, still lit.

"Hey, doll" he gave you a greeting smirk. "Dal" you sighed.

"So what?..the hobo's left you here all day?" He asked as he headed into the kitchen for a beer. "Looks like it" you yelled back, now that he was in the kitchen.

"What assholes" Dal scoffed as he came back in, opening the beer in the process.

"You weren't here either til now, Dal" you pointed out, meaning he was just as bad as those 'assholes'.

He stared at you, before chuckling. His hands gently manoeuvred your casted leg up and over a bit, leaving him space to sit down. You rolled your eyes, but compiled.

"You're seriously the only one here today, huh kid?" He asked as he took a quick look around. "Yep" you said, popping the P. Dal only nodded before taking another swig of his beer.

"So whadya wanna do today?" He raised his brow as he looked towards you. You mentally faced palmed yourself. I. Am. In. A. Cast. Dallas, you thought.

"Jee, I don't know Dal. Oh, How about we go skating? Or to a drag race? Ouu, what about get into some trouble and run away from the cops?" You sarcastically replied, silently wishing you could do all that stuff.

"Sorry, kid" he mumbled, looking down at his beer bottle. "I can't do anything with this cast on" you said, ignoring his words. It was silent for an amount of time, before Dal stood up.

"Well, I'm hungry. Whatdya got in here?" He strolled his way into the kitchen of the Curtis', as he looked through the cupboards and fridge. You only rolled your eyes at his actions, slightly jealous you couldn't be in there with him.

You slowly moved your casted leg over the couch, as your other good foot connected with the floor. Your crutches were no where in sight, so you used your hands as you grabbed onto the coffee table. Slowly, you started to stand up, wobbling a little until you regained your balance.

"You like toast?" Dallas called out, but you ignored him as you took one hop away from the couch. You were to focused on getting to Dal in the kitchen. "Y/n?" Dal asked when he didn't hear you reply.

You went to take another hop, causing your leg to wobble, losing your balance. You started to panic, trying to grab onto anything around, but there was nothing. Just as your body is about to come in contact with the hard floor, you feel strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you back to your feet.

"Woah, Y/n" Dal sturdied you, as you hung onto him for support. "What the hell were you doing?" He asked, eyebrows knitted together as he looked at you.

"It's not fair" you suddenly cried. "It's not fair you guys get to go out an' have fun, while you leave me here, stuck all day doing absolute shit" your voice started to crack at the tears pricking in your eyes.

Dal's gaze fell down, feelings a little sorry at the realization about what him and the gang had been doing. "Look, I'm sorry, doll" he opened his hand, offering to help you back to the couch.

You took his hand, starting to hop back over, while being careful of your casted leg. Suddenly, Dal decided to fuck it, and pick you up bridal style. You couldn't help but smirk slightly at his actions.

"Ah, don't drop me" you shrieked as he made a sharp turn around the coffee table. "Don't worry, I got it" he said lousily. He gently set you down on the couch, back to your original position.

"Thanks, Dal" you gave him a thanking smile. "You got it" he then gave your good leg a pat.

"now, about that toast, you like peanut butter?" He jerked his head to the kitchen, where he was about the head. "Who doesn't" you laughed.

He only did the same before going to whip you both up one of his famous peanut butter toast, planning on staying with you the rest of the day.