I was thinking about combining chapter 6 and 7, but got lazy and decided to just post them both on the same day. So here we are, hope I didn't do too terrible on this chapter, though I feel like I did. Lol. Anyway, enjoy!

His sentence was for six months, but as it turned out, it only lasted four. During these four months I began to go job hunting when I claimed to merely be on long walks. After two weeks I found a family owned restaurant that was willing to hire me. The pay was actually less than my current job –which varied depending on the clients-, but I couldn't keep selling myself. Dally was the first person I'd ever been attracted to, and it changed my perspective somehow.

Visiting Dally was awful at first. He had asked me not to come back the first couple of times, but I was so intrigued by him and so bored with everything else in a monotonous life that I kept returning.

I told Dally about the job before anyone else.

"A job?" his expression was one of fake surprise.

"I'll make less money but…I don't think you would get it."

"Try me,"

"I started thinking that maybe one day I'll find someone who wants me, and how can I give them that if I've already given myself to so many people…anyway, I digress. It seems someone from the Shepard gang was caught busting out the windows of some soc's car."

Dally was always interested in who did what crimes and why, so I gathered up information from neighbors and newspapers every time before I went so I would give him something worth listening to. In return, I learned a bit about Dallas myself.

Dallas grew up in New York, had been arrested at the age of ten, had had a girlfriend but he broke up with her just recently, he'd done many horrible things -which he bragged about- yet all I did was roll my eyes and tell him I wasn't impressed. One day, instead of ignoring that comment, he questioned it.

"What could I do to impress you, huh?"

His tone was one of someone who was frustrated, and he was obviously hinting that I was someone who was never pleased, otherwise called a brat.

"I'm not that hard to please," I smarted back defensively.

My mouth parted into an 'o' as I saw a sly smile creeping up his face. He raised his eyebrows.

"You know what I mean." I tried to remain serious, but I ended up chuckling anyway.

Monica was most displeased about my decision to get a job, but she didn't discourage me. She'd said that as long as I worked, I could stay with her. Then she told me that since I would be home in the evening hours that I had to clean, which I readily agreed to. A dirty home was better than none, and I had no doubt that she would kick me out if she had to. It's one of those 'tough love' things. She'd kick me out for my own good.

I was the first Dally contacted upon getting out of jail. I heard someone pounding on my door late as I was sweeping the floor. I eyed the kitchen knife that sat glistening in the sink, assuring myself that it was there if I needed to use it. I had a habit of always searching for something to use as a weapon, because I didn't not want to relive bad past experiences.

I inched the door open slowly and poked my head outside. I saw Dally, forgot the door, and smiled brightly.

"Hey! Wait…you didn't break out did you?"

"No, got off early for good behavior." he was trying to keep a smile from forming, but his struggle was obvious. I didn't realize till then just how rude my question was.

"Come in,"

"I was going to anyway."

You never needed to invite him in, if he wanted in, he would go in. I knew him well enough from our conversations. Just a few weeks back I'd heard Tracey complaining at breakfast.

"She's getting some sort of thing for that Dallas." She'd said. She sounded more disgusted than worried, but worried nonetheless.

No one had said anything to that, and catching myself just now watching as Dallas walked around the living room, tinkering with various objects, I had to agree they might be right. I had been passing this off as simply curiosity, which was a part of it, but being curious doesn't drive you to listen to a guy cuss at you as a greeting. There was something I liked about Dallas.

"I don't think what's-her-name will be here anytime soon,"

"What are you suggesting?" I asked with a smile. The room lacked a mirror, but I knew my cheeks were rosy.

"We could pick up where we left off." He offered.

It didn't need anymore words than that.