NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR: Hey y'all! My good friend JohnnyIsMyGoldSunset requested that Dally's dream go next, so, here ya are!This one's a common dream that I'm sure a few of y'all have had… :) R&R ;P And thanks to EVERYONE who's been commenting, favoriting, or reading; I really appreciate it. Anyways, on with the story! Oh, and happy Mother's Day! In honor for that holiday… I decided to bring someone's motherly figure into the picture…

CHAPTER TWO: Dallas

"Dallas Winston, you get up out of that bed this instant!"

I blinked, groaned and rolled over. Just five more minutes, how hard could that possibly—

"Dallas! You're going to be late again! You know how Mr Reynolds hates tardy students." my mother marched into my room. My eyes fluttered open and I sat up straight. I couldn't help but gasp, which wasn't a very tuff thing to do.

"Wait! M-mom?" I stammered, staring at her.

"Mmhmm, who did you expect? Marilyn Monroe? Now get up out of that bed, for the last time! Breakfast is on the table."

And with that, she evacuated my bedroom. I rubbed my eyes in awe. My mom?

Swinging my feet over the edge of my bed, I got up and stumbled into the bathroom. I groggily brushed my teeth, threw on a shirt and my leather jacket and laced up my converse. Then I jogged downstairs to the kitchen.

Sitting down at the table, I picked up a cup of steaming coffee. Just before it reached my lips, a hand snatched it away from me.

"Hey, that's—"

"Mine." Mother finished for me. "This is yours. Why would you drink coffee anyway? I know you don't care for it." she laughed, handing me a cup of orange juice. I scoffed, but accepted it.

"And here's your toast and eggs. Eat up, your friends will be here to pick you up soon."

"Yeah, okay." I mumbled, mouth full.

"You say 'yes ma'am' to me now, y'hear?" she reprimanded me. I discreetly rolled my eyes and took another huge sip of orange juice. Suddenly, someone was pounding on the door.

"Oh, that'll probably be your buddy Keith! Hurry up and finish that bite." Keith? Did she mean—

"Two-bit's in the house!" he said, throwing open the door. My mother wiped her hands on her apron and went to greet him.

"Hi Mrs Winston!"

"Well, hello there Keith, you look right famished. Care for a bite to eat?" Two-bit smiled bashfully.

"No thank you, ma'am. I'm fine."

I wiped my mouth on the back on my hand and gulped the rest of my eggs. I met Two-bit and my mother at the door.

"Everybody's in the car waitin' on us, c'mon Dal!"

"Yeah, okay." I said, hitching my thumbs in my pockets.

"Dallas, take your hands out of your pockets. And good God, you've got an awful cowlick in your hair!" she licked her thumb and attempted to smooth my hair down. "Did you put grease in your hair again?" Mother questioned, frowning.

"Nope, got to go! See ya later, Ma!" I shouted, shoving Two-bit out the door and running up to the car.

"Your mom's sure… motherly, ain't she?"

"Shut up." I told him curtly, smacking the back of his head. I squeezed in next to Pony, Soda and Johnny.

"Hey, Dally!" they both greeted me cheerily. I grunted in response. When we finally got to school, Two-bit parked and got out.

"Ah… welcome to hell, boys!" he said, thrusting his arms out wide. I chuckled as we walked into the school. Everybody was staring at me though.

"What ya lookin' at, huh?" I growled to one guy in particular who was pointing at me. Steve, who was walking next to me, elbowed my side.

"Hey, buddy," he whispered out of the side of his mouth, "you're s'posed to wear pants to school. There's a law or somethin', I think."

Horrified, I glanced down. Yep. I was pantsless. I felt a hot blush creep into my cheeks. Desperately, I ripped off Pony's jacket and tied it around my waist.

"Dammit." I muttered. "Not again."