"What do ya want, doll? Somethin' to eat, drink...?" Dally asked, pulling into a little rootbeer stand outside of town. It was scarcely populated; only two cars were parked near Dally and Farrah, and one of them must have been the employee running the place.
Farrah nodded, pulled a small change purse from her bag, and said, "I'll have a cherry Coke. Here," She held out some change for him to take. Dally looked down at it for a second, chuckled softly, and closed her fingers over the money.
"I got this, okay?" He told her, getting out of the car. As he made his way towards the counter, Farrah leaned back in her seat and stared out the window. Though she was happy (actually, it was more towards being ecstatic) that she was with Dally now, she couldn't help but think of one person.
That person was Johnny.
How would he react to this? Oh, he'd probably be heartbroken. And she had led him on that night at the movies. How could she? Farrah felt her stomach go sour and her conscience inflate to the size of a cantaloupe. She wanted to be with Dally so badly, but she didn't want to be the one to let Johnny know. She couldn't bear the thought of hurting his feelings. After all, he had been so sweet to her ever since she moved.
Her eyes glanced over at Dally, who seemed to be talking to the person behind the counter. Shifting so she could see who it was, Farrah realized it was a tall, leggy blonde with deep red lipstick on. Dally was leaning on the counter, a cheeseburger in one hand and Farrah's coke in the other. He smiled flirtatiously at the girl, who giggled in response.
Farrah crossed her arms in frustration. Why hadn't she taken into consideration the fact that Dallas was a womanizer? A good looking, tough womanizer, at that. Suddenly, Dally's stare fell on Farrah, and he immediately paid for the food and walked back to the car. He got in and gave her the drink.
"Here you go, dollface." He said. When he saw the look she was giving him, he asked, "What's with the face, huh?"
Farrah rolled her eyes. "Oh, you know what you did, Dallas. We're going to have to work on that if you want this to work." Dally fumbled with his keys for a minute, squinting from the sunlight, and mumbled an apology. Farrah quickly got over being mad and said, "You're lucky you're so good looking."