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Chapter 8: A Real Man Admits His Fears

Dallas allowed me to have the window seat. Such a gentleman thing to do. I like this Dally, the one away from everyone that knows his reputation. The plane began to move as I daydreamed out the window, escaping into my own world, and forgetting why I was on this plane. It was pretty bumpy as the plane accelerated and lifted off the ground. This was always my favorite part. Smiling, I looked over at Dally, and I nearly laughed my head off.

He was gripping the arm rests and gritting his teeth. He looked absolutely terrified, as if a ghost came up to him and asked him if he wanted a sandwich.

"You okay?" I asked smiling, trying to contain my laughter.

"Oh fine..." he let out a long breathe, trying to relax as the plane level-offed.

"Are you afraid of airplanes Mr. Winston?" I cocked an eyebrow.

"Me? Afraid? Please, woman!" he rolled his eyes.

I shrugged, "I think it's kind of cute. I find it a turn on when a man can admit his fears."

"Well maybe I was a little...worried," he thought his words and I smiled. I leaned over and kissed his cheek, and then looked out the window again. Somewhere during the plane ride his hand found mine.

When we landed Dally was asleep snoring slightly as he usually does. I moved some stray hair from his eyes and shook his shoulder gently. He moaned in response.

"Come on Dal, wake up. The plane landed," I coaxed as the plane pulled into the terminal.

He opened his eyes slowly and stretched, yawning. I smiled as he rubbed his eyes, reminding me of a little child waking up. When the plane stopped, Dally got up to get our carry-ons as did many others. We waited for practically everyone to get off the plane and then headed off ourselves. The airport looked so familiar, and felt familiar too. It was home, well it was at one time. New York, home, where I ran away from. I sighed heavily as we walked through the building, heading for the luggage station.

"You okay?" Dally asked, putting a hand on my shoulder. I guess he picked up on my sudden sadness, and a bit anger. Everything bad that ever happened to me was coming back to me like an overload, and the reason we were here in the first place was the biggest reason.

"Oh, yeah..." I grabbed my suitcase, and we waited for his bag. A few minutes later it appeared and we took it, then headed off outside.

"So, where are we going to stay?" Dally asked, and hailed a cab.

"Well the um..funeral is being held in Brooklyn, I suggest we find something there. I don't know where."

"I know someplace," he assured me and we got in. He told the driver some hotel and he took off. Sometimes I forget Dally was from New York too.

We stopped at a decent looking hotel, and argued for five minutes about who would pay the driver. I won chucking some money at the man and hurrying out of the car with Dally. Next argument: who would pay for the hotel room?

We walked in with our suitcases and Dallas walked right up to the counter. "Hi we'd like to have a room, one bed, until next Thursday." One bed? Whoa.

The man looked up something then nodded, he gave Dally a room key and some other junk. I was more stuck on the whole one bed part. Yeah so I slept with the guy, doesn't mean I'm like ready to share a bed with him again.

"Come on doll," he smiled at me and I followed him to the elevator.

"How much is the room?" I asked when we got in. He shrugged.

In the elevator with us was a young couple, probably on their honeymoon, and I don't think they liked that we got in. They looked to be in the middle of a more passionate moment. Before I knew it, Dally had an arm wrapped around my waist and he was whispering in my ear. I don't know what he was saying, but it his breathe was tickling my ear so I was giggling. It was probably his competitiveness. We reached out floor and Dally grabbed my rear then walked out, I followed my eyes widening with each second.

"What?" he asked like nothing happened and headed in the direction of our room. I shook my head and followed him.

It was an okay room. There were lots of flowers, a desk, and one bed. A small bathroom was attached.

"I have to go," Dally announced plopping his bag on our bed and going into the bathroom. I put my suitcase on the bed as well and sighed as I sat by the phone. I called Montana.

"Hello?" her voice sounded scratchy and raw, and I could hear a baby crying in the background.

"Hey 'Tana. It's me, Steph. I'm staying at the Sun hotel. Um..Dally's with me."

"Oh okay, well um, yeah it starts Saturday at-"

"I know," I interrupted her.

"Okay." she hung up and so did I. I fell back on the bed and closed my eyes, feeling completely depressed and gloomy.

I opened my eyes to be in the bed. Now, how did I get here? I felt an arm around my waist, and turned my head to look in back of me. Dally was right there, his arm around my and his face practically buried in my hair. I smiled a bit and closed my eyes, forgetting once more, why I was here in the first place.

It's short, but I felt it was a good place to end it. How'd ya like?

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Esawian: Yeah Summer's a butt lol. Hope you liked this chapter.
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Dark-Celeste:Sweet Dally is much better than not sweet Dally. Hope you liked it, and I'm sure you'd love to have Dally Jr. Lol, so would I. : ).
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