《He Finally Cares》Will You Be My Girl...
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The gang must have brought me to the living room, because I was on the couch and the gang was scattered around the room, talking quietly among themselves. I was still only half awake, drifting in and out of sleep. I tried to listen to what they were saying though. Johnny was on the floor next to Dally, curled in a ball. Everyone's attention seems to be on Dal.
"You WHAT?!" Two-bit whisper-yelled. Whisper-yelled, how do you even do that?
"You heard me," Dally whispered. He seemed embarrassed. "I have been trying to deny it myself, but I can't anymore. I can't deny that I love her."
Who? Wasn't he still with umm... whatsherface? Oh, I sorta rember. Sylvia.
"I mean it doesn't matter anymore, Sylvia's two-timing me again so..." Dally sighed.
Oh. Then who is it? I mean, most of the time that I have been here I've been in the hospital, but the gang did tell me a little bit about Dally and his flirting. Ok so I hate to admit it but that made me a little jealous. Who is he in love with?
"Does she know yet?" Two-bit teased.
"No, and I plan to keep it that way!"
"That might change. Maybe you should have someone else tell her."
"No way. Even if I did want to tell her, I'm man enough to tell her myself!" Dally shot back.
Darry walked in then, he had a smirk/serious face. How is that even possible?
"Maybe you should wake the poor girl up. She has been out cold for 3 hours and dinner is ready."
Everyone ran out of the room before Dally could even blink. He sighed and got up. He started walking towards me so I quickly closed my eyes. I heard him stop right next to me and sigh. He fingers lightly brushed along my cheek bone then he shook my shoulder. I let my eyes slowly open as I would any other time and yawned.
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"Hey kiddo. Dinner is ready."
I looked around blinking like I would on any other average day. I tied to stand up but then my ribs sent a sharp pain shooting through me. I gasped and fell back to the couch. I twisted back and forth, testing my condition.
Dally sighed.
"Yah, you have-"
"Two broken ribs?" I interrupted.
He laughed.
"Um yeah. Two broken ribs."
I stood up to get dinner, which is most likely cake. I managed to stand without falling and only slightly wincing. Hey, I have delt with much worse. Anyways I walked into the kitchen and grabbed a piece of cake. I walked over to the counter to sit and noticed everyone staring. Then Dally walked in and everyone smirked. Two-bit burst out laughing and walked to the living room to watch Mickey Mouse. After that the rest of the gang couldn't help themselves, they burst out laughing too and followed Two-bit out to the living room. Well everyone but good ol' Darrell.
"What?" I asked suspiciously.
Darry chuckled and got ready to leave with his piece of cake just like the others.
"You poor little child."
"What?!" I asked again a little annoyed.
Darry just smirked and started to walk out of the room.
"Just tell her Dal."
Then he ran like his life depended on it. Which by judging the look on Dally's face, it probably did. Dal was glaring daggers at Darry. Good thing he ran like he did, or he might be dead. And trust me, I'm not getting involved in another murder case! It was kinda funny though. Darry ran so fast that he tripped and almost dropped his cake. I started to laugh until Dally turned towards me all embarrassed and nervously playing with his thumb.
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"Dal, you ok?"
He sighed.
"Um, I don't know. Maybe, I think that I just have to tell ya something first..."
Okay this is wierd. What is going on here. What for Dal have up his sleeve?
"I uh... ok can I tell you outside?"
I nodded. What is going on? As suspicious as I was, I followed him outside. He turned to face me, taking in my confused expression. He moved around a bit and took out a smoke. I made a face.
"What a tough girl like you don't smoke?" He tried to joke.
"Nope. I find out very gross actually. I mean there is a reason that they call it a r stick."
He stared at me with his jaw hanging open. He quickly dropped the cigarett and stomped on it to put the flame out. Now it was my turn to be confused. Dally doesn't follow other people's orders or wishes. He stomps on them like they're nothing and beats the tar outa' someone who talks back to him.
"Uh, listen I wasn't planning on telling anyone this, but you know. After I blurted out that you were one of the two most important things in my life, the guys got suspicious. I had to eventually tell someone the truth. So I told them and they pushed me into doing this. They will pay for it after of course, but you know. So here I am."
"Kay now to listen to me, I have absolutely no clue what you're saying our talking about. What did you tell the gang and what are they gonna pay for?" I told him directly while living the bridge of my nose between my thumb and index finger.
"This is what they'll pay for. Rylee I really like you and, actually I think I love you. Yeah. I love so much and what the boys pushed me to do is tell you how I feel and ask you this question. Ryls, will you be my girl?"
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