Long Dallas Winston Imagine
Imagine you were looking in the mirror at yourself. Your long, lazy curly brown hair left down. The curls look like waves; just the way he loves it. Running your hand through your hair, you smiled. Your makeup is perfect. A little bit of eye makeup and lipstick only a few shades darker than your own lips. Deciding the shirt you were wearing didn’t fit how you wanted it too; you search through your closet, finally deciding on your boyfriends’ plaid shirt along with your own jean jacket. Then, you pick up the picture that was about to change both of your lives. You stare down at the sonogram in your hands, confirming you were four months pregnant. You stop for a minute and stare at it, rubbing your thumb over it. Knowing your boyfriend was the type to stick around, you weren’t worried. You take a deep breath and look at the clock; it would only be another half hour or so before the party began. You knew from previous experience that there would be few people there; playing pool or drinking before the party.
Grabbing your car keys, you drive to Buck’s to see your boyfriend of a year and a half. You glance down at your hand and smile when your eye catches the ring on your hand that he had given to you when he asked you to be his girl. When you walk in, you’re greeted by Buck and a few other hood’s you’ve come to know. You nod at them; walking upstairs your senses are immediately hit with the stench and sounds of sex. You ignore it and keep walking, turning right at the top of the stairs. You walk two doors down, and stop at his door; it’s closed. You consider that he’s sleeping. Smiling at the thought of how he looks while he’s asleep, you open the door quietly. You open the door only to find a girl with matted blonde hair, straddling your boyfriend, your other half. You freeze, feeling your heart rip to tiny pieces.
The door quietly hits the wall, creating a dull thud noise, causing your boyfriend to look over. The face you have memorized. His blue eyes narrowed with annoyance at first, until he sees you. His eyes go wide, his face wearing a mask of surprise and shock. His eyes go wide as he tries to find something to say.
“(Y/N)… I-I… Please!” He says, pulling the girl off of him and getting up. You see the blonde hair girl turn to look at you, and you recognize her as Sylvia. Your stomach churns as you stand there. You drop the photo and you’ve somehow managed to get the ring off your finger without thinking about it.
“(Y/N) please!” He tries again, but it’s too late. You’ve already left.
You run down the stairs and out to your car. You sit in the front crying; wondering how everything will work out. You’ll be a single mother for sure. You put both of your hands on the steering wheel as you take deep breaths, trying to calm down before you drive home. You start the car and begin to drive away. Quickly, you glance in the rear-view mirror and see Dallas standing there wearing jeans. His blonde, greasy hair everywhere, tears running out of his bright blue eyes.
Three years after that, you crawl onto your bed after a hard day’s work. There was nothing more that you wanted to do than to curl up in bed and sleep. Tiredly, you get back up and trudge down the small hallway and you smile as you walk into the second bedroom on the left. You see your pride and joy, sleeping. His short, wavy hair in different angles and his face looking like an angel.
“Goodnight baby boy,” You whisper. You walk back to your room and you’re so tired you barely manage to undress yourself. You sit on the edge of your bed, and although your body is craving sleep, your mind is in no such place. After a long thought process, you decide to take a look at the bills and get them paid before they shut off your water again. Then, you pull on a robe and walk down the stairs into the kitchen. There, at the small table is a small stack of envelopes. Fan mail, you called them. You look at every bill carefully, as well as your paycheck. You try your best to stretch every dollar as far as it can go. You split your small amount between food, bills, rent, and pocket money. You lean back after half an hour and rub your face tiredly. You jump when two large arms fasten themselves around your waist.
“Shh…” You hear. “Relax darling, it’s only me.”’ At the sound of the soft voice, you lean backwards into his embrace. Cameron, your boyfriend of two years, kisses your ear sweetly.
“Sorry,” You say softly, and he chuckles.
“Don’t be (Y/N),” He says, picking you up. He can sense that you’re beyond exhausted as he carries you back to bed. Almost as soon as your head hits the pillow, your body shuts off and you fall asleep.
Little footsteps awake you later; you’ve always been a light sleeper. You wake up to see your son reaching out to touch your cheek.
“Mommy?” He asks quietly in the dark. You sigh and move a bit, trying to wake up, even if just a little.
“Yes Tucker?” You ask your son, your voice thick with sleep.
“Can I sleep in your bed?” He asks, and you lift your blankets up, and he carefully crawls into your embrace, and as soon as he’s safe in your arms you fall asleep.
You wake up the next morning to a cold bed and the smell of bacon wafting into the room. You smile and rub the sleep out of your eyes as you slowly stand, pulling on your robe from last night. You walked down the stairs and into the kitchen to find Cameron cooking at the stove.
“Good morning darling,” He says, and you nod.
“Good morning Cam,” You say. You can’t help but feel… unsatisfied around him lately. He’s been staying late at work, and going into the office during hours of the night. You knew he was cheating on you. You couldn’t bring yourself to do anything about it though. You couldn’t put yourself through that pain again.
“Tucker is eating in the dining room.” He says, and you nod. You smile at him when he hands you a plate. The three of you eat in silence until the phone rings. You look at Cam as he answers. You listen to his half of the conversation; he has to go into the office again.
“I have to go into the office,” He says, confirming your findings. He picks up his plate and brings it into the kitchen, throwing out the food that you work your ass of for. He walks upstairs and takes a long, smoking hot shower. You sigh, trying to not let it bug you.
“Mommy!” Tucker says grinning, and you look over to find he has ketchup all over his face. You laugh lightly and get up, rubbing it all off. You do the dishes while he’s in the shower, and even though it would anger him, he would never let you know that.
He walks down in a suit carrying a brief case. You walk upstairs and get dressed; knowing the men to fix your roof would be here any minute. Walking back down, the doorbell rings. You pick up Tucker and follow Cameron outside as he talks to the roofers.
“I’ll be home around two alright?” He says in front of the roofers. You nod,
“I’ll be grocery shopping with Tucker,” You say. It’s what you did every weekend. You saw a flash of something in Cameron’s eyes, and he kissed you.
“I love you (y/n).” He says. With that, he’s gone. You turn to see tow familiar faces staring at you. You smile at Darry Curtis. He grins in return, and he walks over giving you one of his famous bear hugs. You hug back and the two of you catch up while the other boys set up. After a while, Darry goes and begins working, as the boy you hadn’t seen in three and a half years walks over.
“(Y/N)…” He says quietly, at a loss for words as he stares at both you and Tucker.
“Dally,” You say back. After staying quiet for a few moments, you decide to go against everything you have thought was right. “Can we talk?” You ask, and he looks at you, his eyes full of happiness.
“Let me go and ask.” He says, and walks away. He comes back and nods. You walk inside and talk for hours; about nothing and everything like you used to. You’re still there when Cameron comes home, wearing lipstick everywhere. Instead of having to say anything, Dallas does it for you. And for once, you feel respected.
Today, as you stare into his eyes, you realize that you made the right choice three years ago. You can vaguely hear the priest talking, as you both stand hand in hand before the alter. After his final words, you hear the words,
“You may now kiss the bride.” You grin as Dallas lifts up your veil, and leans in.
