DISCLAIMER: I do not in any way own The Outsiders; they belong to S. E. Hinton. I do, however, own Dell/Delilah...maybe there will be some more new characters in the later chapters.
The song Everlong (the name of the chapter and some lyrics are in this chapter) is owned by the Foo Fighters (am I a Foo Fighter? No.) Don't know why Dell is singing to Foo Fighters but I like the lyrics!
A/Nat the end.
4. Everlong
"Breathe out, so I can breathe you in..." She sang, twirling around in circles on the middle of the road.
"Hey, don't get run over or else the fuzz will haul me in again!"
"Oh, the ever-so-careless Dallas Winston telling 'me' to be careful? Ha!" Dell laughed. He just looked angry, but also amused. Her injuries were soon forgotten once she found a small pill at the very bottom of her back pocket. She giggled a little more and ran back to that building.
"Where are you goin'?" Dallas questioned. "I-I thought you were coming back to Buck's with me. And we'll y'know..."
"You thought wrong." She sighed. It was going to be very hard to explain to Tim about why she gone.
"Where the fuck have you been?" Tim spat.
"None of your business." Dell replied, grabbing a syringe from the coffee table.
"What do you mean that's none of my business?! You could've gotten killed! Raped, even!"
"And this is coming from the person who forced his body into mine the day before?"
She said; jabbing the needle into her arm, making sure it got well into her veins. Dell's pupils grew larger as the methamphetamine swam through her entire body in a matter of seconds. She was in a trance.
"You know what?" Tim yelled, snatching the syringe straight out of her hands. "I don't have to put up with this shit! I can pay for sex that's one hundred times better than yours!"
"You just realised?" She replied, spaced out.
"GET OUT!" He shouted in her ear.
"Fine." Dell said calmly. She grabbed her pistol, a bottle of vodka, a bag of cocaine and left for good.
Dell spent three days roaming around, sleepless and depressed.
Her too-long frayed denim jeans dragged along the dirty road and her eyes were more bloodshot than usual. Dell had used up most of her coke and she didn't even have enough money to buy a pack of cigarettes.
She felt hot tears roll down her pale white porcelain face and onto her dirty charcoal tank top. Dell threw her half-empty vodka bottle towards the large brick wall and it shattered into a thousand transparent pieces of glass. Then, when she thought her life couldn't get any worse, a multitude of rain drops descended from the sky. Where was her knight in shining armour when she needed him?
And then, as if by magic, her knight stumbled out of the near convenience store before her. Dell smiled at the greaser with white-blond hair and he appeared to be smiling back. Suddenly his icy blue eyes didn't seem so cold and suddenly he wasn't the sleazy hood trying to get in her pants.
Dallas leaned down for a kiss and she let his rough, but soft lips press onto her purple, chapped lips.
A/N: In the next chapter Dallas may seem a bit OOC! I'm sorry and it's not intentional! This story has a little bit of romance in it, but not enough for me to change it to a romance... yet. Thanks for the reviewers in all my stories especially likealovestoryxx for reviewing all three!
You guys are all awesome and inspire me to write more!
