My first outsiders fanfic!Hope ya like! I know Dallas gets shot, but I'm gonna pretend he didn't, ok? No flames. I do not own Outsiders. All rights go to respectful owners. Make sure ya review ;)
Cherry's P.O.V: Something inside me died as soon as Bob was gone. He was a part of me. A part that was suddenly ripped away. It felt like someone literally just ripped my heart clean out of my chest. I
would never be the same. Bob maybe wasn't a perfect guy, not even close. But I had a long history with him. He was my beginning, my middle, and end. He was my everything and anything. My world.
It was the day after the funeral. I slowly shuffled down a small side road. I glanced up at the horizon. The sunrise was breathtaking. The Sun, a great ball of fire, glowed a magnificant orange as
it slowly snuck up into the sky dismissing the last of the night. Birds dotted the nearby trees, singing early morning songs. They, like me, were up before the rest of Tulsa. I made a sharp left onto a nearby
street that heads into the city.
Since it was so early, very few were in the usually crowded area. Out of the very few faces, one was ever so familiar. Dallas Winston. It was odd not seeing him with the rest of his Greaser
friends or even in the wanted section of the paper. I wasn't used to see him looking so... civilized. Before I could turn around, he noticed me. "Cherry?" He asked in a questioning tone. I sighed and began
mentally preparing myself for the meanest insult I could muster, when I saw his eyes. Their icy centers pierced me. I could see curiosity burning inside them and so many things I just couldn't place.
"Wanna sit?" He offered, patting the concrete next to him. I glanced around at the early morning shoppers and pedestrians. Why not? " Sure." I tried ever so swiftly to look resolute and was failing
miserably. He scratched the back of his choppy blonde hair. "So uhh, you go to the funeral?" A tangible akwardness hung in the air.
I was about to reply, but I lost it. I started crying. Tears that amassed over the pass week poured out of me like a river. A look of confusion, then sympsthy crossed Dallas's face. He swung a
comforting arm around my shoulder. It was so foregin for him to be caring, so I took it. "It was so hard Dallas, it really was." I uttered between sniffles. Dallas nodded. After a beat or two, he finally spoke.
" Look," He said softly. " I'm not very good at this whole "comforting" thing. But if you need someone to talk to, I'm here." I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. Instantly, I knew two things. One, that
I saw absolute sincerity in those blue eyes. And two, that Dallas Winston and I suddenly became closer.
K so I know it's a lil out og character but give me a break! I'm not from the 50s-60s decade lol. So this is kinda the starting point of the whole thing and I think it's good cause you get to see exactly where
Cherry and Dally first connect. Wellll, hope ya and favorite :)