Hello, and happy New Year. So I am ringing in the new year and giving you guys a gift. This is an one-shot about how I see Sylvia and Dally meeting. I hope you enjoy it.
The song-bit for this fiction is "Cowboy Casanova" By Carrie Underwood. This is a great song and I hope you get a chance to listen to it.
Disclamer: I do not own "The Outsiders" By S.E. Hinton. Nor do I own "Cowboy Casanova" By Carrie Underwood.
Please Read and review!!! Enjoy!!
You better take it from me, that boy is like a disease
You're running, you're trying, you're trying to hide
And you're wondering why you can't get free
He's like a curse, he's like a drug
You get addicted to his love
You wanna get out but he's holding you down
'Cause you can't live without one more touch
He's a good time, cowboy Casanova
Leaning up against the record machine
He looks like a cool drink of water
But he's candy-coated misery
He's the devil in disguise
A snake with blue eyes
And he only comes out at night
Gives you feelings that you don't want to fight
You better run for your life
Run run away
Don't let him mess with your mind
He'll tell you anything you want to hear
He'll break your heart
It's just a matter of time
Carrie Underwood
I leaned up against the bar. My eyes scanning the room, looking for my next prey. I felt the cool bottom wall of the bar counter against my legs. I leaned back again causally, flirty, scoping out the scene. I had a short jean skirt on, one that went above the knees. I also was wearing a blood red v-neck shirt one that showed a little too much cleavage perhaps. But I didn't care.
Because it was Friday night, and I was living in the moment. I looked past the guys I have been with. There was no point in rehashing ancient history, so I moved on. Then suddenly something caught my eye.
Across the room stood a tall greaser, also leaning casually against the wall. He gave off a reckless and dangerous vibe. He had cold icy blue eyes harden by the world's cruelty. I knew who he was.
He was Dallas Winston.
The Dallas Winston that had a police record a mile long. The man that wasn't into commitment.
"You're a foolish girl." A voice ranged out beside me.
I turned to see who had called me. The lady was about nineteen years old, wearing dark jeans and a white wife-beater. She had curly red hair that reached to the base of the shoulders. She was half turned around and drinking a beer.
"You don't know what you're talking about," I snapped.
The red-head laughed. "I know what you're looking at. You're looking at Dallas Winston. Don't waste your time with him."
"So?" I said confidently.
"I said that too. He isn't worth it. He's just another Casanova."
"You don't know me. I can handle him well." I spouted out.
"Sure you can. Sure you can." The lady got up. "Just don't get hurt." She passed her money to Buck and walked out.
I turned around still pissed that she thought she knew me. A few minutes later I felt someone come up behind me.
"What is someone so beautiful doing here all alone?"
I turned back around to meet icy blue eyes and a small smirk.
I smirked back. "Just waiting for someone to come around."
"Well…is he coming?" He came closer.
"He just came."
So how was that?? I had trouble writing her character because she isn't mention a whole lot in the book. So please review and tell me how it was. Anything is welcome.
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