12: Dally Imagine

                                    

                                          
It was another bad night for you. Your parents were screaming at you, at each other, at everything. Your so-called friends wouldn't answer the phone. You didn't know what to do.
                          
Just one more drink, you told yourself, as you had already had about three. You had wondered over to Buck's place. However, 'just one more' turned into six more drinks. You were drunk as drunk could be. "Hello, Tulsa! I'm here to tell you-" you paused, "What was I gonna tell ya?! I dunno, but it was important!" You were yelling about everything and nothing at all. Most of the people were ignoring you, but quite a few were staring too.
                          
Then you felt a tap on your shoulder. It was Dallas Winston. You'd known him since he moved here from New York. He had a reputation, but you didn't care, he was your friend.
                          
"Y/N, are you alright, Doll?" he asked, trying to hold back a laugh, but still looking concerned, in a Dally sort of way. "Ya seem a bit.... very drunk."
                          
"Oh and, boy, am I!" you slurred. "Can I tell you something?" He nodded, and you leaned really close to his face, looking him right in the eye. You lowered yor voice just a little. "Nobody cares."
                          
He looked confused. "What?"
                          
"Nobody cares, anymore," you stated again, like it was supposed to be obvious. "About me! My family, if I can even call them that, don't care one way or the other what happens to me. Those people I call my friends, I'll listen to their problems for hours! But when it's my turn, they're not there to listen. Nobody cares, Dally!" Even though you were drunk, you still had all of the emotion of the words you had just said. You started bawling so hard that you nearly fell over, but Dally caught you.
                          
He picked you up and carried you to his room, where he laid you down on the bed. You curled up in the farthest corner of the bed and continued to cry. Dally just sat next to you, rubbing your back. It was quiet in the room except for your sobbing and the faint sound of the music playing downstairs.
                          
Dally broke the silence. "I care," he whispered, so low that you almost thought you had imagined it.
                          
You turned around and faced Dally. "What did you say?"
                          
He looked down at you and smiled. "I care," he answered, "about you a lot."
                          
"You do?" you asked. You kind of thought that maybe he just thought he had to say that so you didn't feel so bad, but Dally wasn't like that. He said things that he meant.
                          
"Shoot, yeah. You're like family," he admitted. "You and the gang's all I got. I gotta care about ya, or else I got nobody. That, and you're a pretty tough kid, for a girl." He laughed, and you sat up and punched him in the arm.
"See what I meant? You're a tough kid," he said, rubbing his arm where you had punched him.
                          
"Yeah. Thanks. At least, you've got a gang looking out for ya," you stated. "I have no one. Except you." You smiled at him. Then a pounding headache and killer stomachache hit you at the same time. You ran to the bathroom to throw up. You came back to the room in misery.
                          
"Ha! I was wonderin' when all that alcohol was gonna get to ya," he laughed again.
                          
You glared at him. "Shut up, Winston. Is there any asprin do something? My head is killing me."
                          
This only made Dally laugh more. He calmed down enough to answer. "Yeah, in the bathroom, behind the mirror."
                          
"Thanks!" you said as you went to get some medicine. As you took it, you thought about how Dally actually cared about you. You had been sure nobody cares about you anymore, but you were happy to be wrong. Dally meant a lot to you, and knowing that you meant something to him, made him seem even better.

                          
I realized that I nearly made this a whole lot longer than it should have been, but I, luckily, stopped myself. I kinda like this one.
                          
I don't know much about getting/being/after being drunk, so I improvised. I hope I was pretty accurate.
                          
Thanks for reading as usual! M'kay.
                          
~Mariah