Dally's point of view.
I can't believe I had such a gorgeous girl asleep in my lap. Awh, quit it out Dall. She's probably not interested in you. What if she's just like Sylvia. What if she's just going to drop me?
I looked down and started to stroke Embers hair. Her hair was as blond as mine. With hair as blond as mine, you didn't see this too often.
Cut it out Dally. She's going to think you're a creep if she wakes up.
I really am falling for her..this time it's different. I'm not getting her pregnant and leaving. I'm taking my own sweet time with that. But, I'll treat her right. Like any broad wants to be treated. Well, by me anyways.
I looked down and saw Embers starting to stir.
"Dally..?" She looked so beautiful in the sunlight. The clouds started to turn into a pinkish red. The sun was just below the horizon. It gave her white-blond hair a reddish tint. It also gave her hazel eyes a dramatic effect.
"Yeah Embers?" I replied pretty quickly to that. I didn't want her to think I was staring at her.
"Where are we?" She sounded so drowsy. It just made me want her even more.
"Babe, we're on the train, remember? We're going to Tulsa. You can finally be free. And I can finally have my new beginning. With you." When I finished my tiny little speech her lips curved into a lopsided grin. I think she needs a bit more sleep.
"Oh yeah! Sorry I fell asleep on ya. I was kind of tired and I usually get pretty drowsy in moving vehicles." She sounded so smart. I wonder why she would even run away. She could've stayed home in her fancy house. In her warm, comfortable bed and make something out of her life. Instead she chose to run away with me. Maybe I'm growing on her.
"It's fine kid. I don't mind staying up." Did I just call her kid? Dallas freaking Winston. You absolute idiot. You run away with some girl. Some girl whose age you don't even know. I'll be lucky if I don't go to the cooler for child molestation. I never really do think do I? I'm still street smart. You gotta respect that.
"Kid? You think I'm a kid?" Oh god, I set her off again.
"Well, then how old are you?"
"16. 17 on September 28th." She really ain't a kid. That's good.
"How 'bout you Mr. Tough Guy?" Mr. Tough Guy? Heck, I just got a new nickname.
"17. 18 on November 9th." I gave her one of my famous winks, hoping that she'll fall for it. I just got a quiet giggle in return.
I ain't gonna lie. I want to kiss her. I just met her. What kind of creep kisses some chick he met a few hours ago? Me that's who.
I took a piece of her white-blond hair and tucked it behind her ear. I leaned in slowly and kissed her on her lips. I didn't know what she was thinking. She wasn't moving at all. Then I felt a slight tugging and realized she was kissing back. A moment later I pulled away and just looked at her. Really looked at her. This time I was looking at her personality. Not her body.
She really was beautiful inside and out.
"I..uh..I'm sorry. You probably don't feel the same way." This girl really was something. This is the first time in 10 years I've apologized.
"No, don't be." She grabbed my cheeks and crashed her lips into mine.
Her lips tasted like berries. The kind you have on a hot summer day when you're a kid. I put my hand on the back of her neck and pulled her in closer to me. She must be freezing! I wrapped my other arm around her. I took my other hand and put it on her knee. Slowly making my way up her body. My fingers were tracing her upper thigh when I felt her wince.
"Babe, what's wrong?" I thought I was being gentle. I know I'm strong and all but still that shouldn't of hurt her.
"It's nothing. I'm just not used to this. You know?" No, I don't know. Every other girl I've hooked up with would be all over me by now.
Flashback.
It was a cold night in New York. I was walking over to a friends for the night. My head was already pounding and I couldn't stand it. Sleep. That's what I needed.
Once I opened the door, a party was just at it's climax. Broads all over the place, wearing more make up than clothes. I stopped and stared at one of them. She had blond hair and green eyes.
She walked over to me with a slight swing in her hips.
"I'm Payton," she said. And that's all I needed to here. I used my old Dally charm on her and made her blush quite a few times. She didn't act like most broads I know. She was kind of quiet for the most part. I like that. I could actually finish my sentence first with out her going on about something that happened with another guy.
She really was different though. 'Cause she lead me into my own room. Well, I guess you know what happened from there.
When I snapped out of my flashback I saw a sign that said "Welcome, to Tulsa, Oklahoma!" This is it.
