Chapter 2: He What?

Rosie's POV

I woke up to the gang shouting and fooling around. I looked to my left and saw Dally asleep, but he looked like he was having a nightmare. His face was scrunched up in pain and he was murmuring something. "Rosie, I'm sorry..." I heard him say. "Dallas, you gotta wake up now." I shook him trying to get him to wake up. "Dally, Dally wake up." I said a little louder, he still didn't stir. I started to get worried, why isn't he waking up? "Hey Rosie, what's going on? You look stressed." Two-bit asked me. "Dallas won't wake up, and I'm a little worried because he seems to be having a horrible dream and I really hate seeing him in pain." I explained. Two-bit just nodded and left the room. Glad to you care about your friend. A moment or two latter Two-bit came back with a bucket of water. "You might want to move." He suggested, and I did just that. He dumped the water on Dally's head, causing him to wake with a start. "What! TWO-BIT YOU ARE SO DEAD!" Dallas yelled, I laughed at the pair as Dallas chased Two-bit around the small living room. "Hey! No runnin' in my house!" Darrel called from the kitchen where he was making breakfast.

I walked into the kitchen and asked, "Need any help?" He looked at me and smiled, he had such a nice smile. "Not really, I just need the gang to come in and eat the food." He told me. "Oh, okay, I'll go get them." And with that I left the little house and went into the front yard. I saw that the boys were playing Tackle Football. "Hey guy breakfast is ready!" I had to shout to be heard over their hootin' and hollerin'. They stopped what they were doing raced pass me and into the house. I shook my head and laughed at the hungry bunch. "Hey Rosie! If you want food you've better come now, it'll be gone soon." Darrel instructed me. "I'm okay, thanks though." I wasn't really hungry anyway. "Alright!" was all he said in return.

After breakfast was finished I decided to wash the dishes for Darrel since he let me sleep here last night. "Rosie, you didn't have to do that." Darry told me. I just shook my head laughed. "I wanted to... Besides you let me sleep here so its the least I could do." "You know if you want you could stay here a little longer. Soda doesn't use his room anymore, and I sure Dal doesn't want you stayin' at Bucks." He offered, taking the pile of dished that I had dried and put them away. "Thanks Darrel. Are you sure, 'cause I don't want to be a burden." "A burden? Are you crazy? You'd be great to have around, and if you help by cleaning the house or something similar than things around here would be a lot better." He leaned against the counter top. "Thanks Darry." I gave him a hug and left the room.

It was Sunday so no one had to work, which was nice; they were all sitting around the living room watching Mickey. I looked over to where Dallas was. As soon as he saw me he rushed over to where I stood and pulled me into a tight embrace. "Thank God Rosie, you're alive. I thought I'd lost you. I'm so sorry for leaving you with now one to protect you in New York. I'm sorry." I was so confused, what is going on? Why is he hugging me? This is not the Dallas Winston I knew. Or maybe it was just a new and improved version. "Dallas, why did you think I was dead? What happened? I never left the house, why would you think that?" He pulled away and crashed his lips against mine. I was so shocked, is this real or is this some sort of twisted game? I wondered. Screw it! If it's a game then I'm playing. I kissed him back and the kiss deepened. I wrapped my slim arms around his neck and could hear wolf whistles coming from the rest of the gang. It was getting to the point where we couldn't breath. We broke the kiss, Dally leaned his forehead against mine and smiled, a real genuinely happy smile, one that I've been missing. "Wow." I breathed; he chuckled at my reaction. "I've wanted to do that since the day we met." What! But how, how could anyone think that of me. I'm so worthless. I wondered. "I love you Rosalie Baker, and I won't let anything happen to you. Please, please be mine." He looked at me with utmost seriousness. "Oh tin man you do have a heart." I joked, kissing him again, letting all my love for him pour into the action. "Is that a yes?" Dally asked me once we broke apart again. "Yes." I sighed, giggling as he picked me up and twirled me around. "Be still my heart, is Dallas Winston actually showing affection for someone other than himself." Two- bit laughed, earning a smack upside the head from Soda. "I guess I am." Dallas smiled, never taking his eyes off me. "I love you." he whispered, as if it was our little secret. "I love you too, Dallas." Standing there in the Curtis's living room, in the arms of the love of my life, and in the presence of the only people- other my mother and Dally- that have ever shown me kindness, I couldn't have been happier. I've never been this ecstatic in my whole life. All was good, and I wished it could stay like this forever.