39, 40, + 41 from the hellsdemonictrinity prompt list w/ your ship of choice
Heyyy, so i wrote a whole thing, then erased it since it wasn't good enough, and wrote a whole other thing. So here we have Greaser!Alex and Soc!Darya, honestly loosely based off something written by @sour-skittles-berry-juice
There is fluff and some soft angst, and just Dalex being their best selves. I love them so much.
39: “I can’t do this on my own.”
40: “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”
"Don't be afraid." That reassurance was all it took to get her onto the back of his motorcycle at nearing 3am. They'd met before, under bad circumstances, around a very volatile boyfriend. This time, there was no boyfriend to be seen. This time, it was just a boy in a leather jacket and a girl with pretty blue eyes.
People wouldn't approve. The greaser with tightly wound brown curls, and the soc with a pulled back blonde ponytail. They were from different worlds, and they knew that. They had started with a fight, telling each other off, because she could get mouthy with him and not be afraid. And he was impressed with the way she told him off. People wouldn't approve, and they didn't care.
There was a night, the night everyone found out, that they knew they were worth fighting for. As Darya stumbled into the bar where Alex hug out, blood staining her soft pink letterman jacket, everything changed.
Alex was up and over the bar before anyone could ask why a soc just entered the building. His hands finding her shoulders, as she just fell into him. "Can someone grab the first aid kit?" His voice a little strained as he lifted Darya to sit her onto the bar top. He'd come to her more times than he could count with injuries probably more severe than hers. But that wasn't the point.
Someone had the audacity to hurt her, and you never hurt her. When Alex had gotten the first aid kit from someone, a boy who looked much to soft to be a greaser, he started to carefully clean and bandage any injuries the blonde had obtained.
"So we're just letting any soc in here now, Al? How many more socs are gonna come through that door?" A woman spoke, momentarily dragging away Alex's attention as he scowled at her. "She doesn't belong her, Alex. Take Rapunzel back to her precious tower."
"Iz." Alex's tone was more of a warning as he stared at his friend, "If I'm not allowed to say shit about your soc, who dipped out on you by the way, you can't talk about mine. Especially like that."
"Don't you talk about Kira." Iz held up her hand, but the name caught Darya's attention, causing her to turn and look to Iz.
"Kira?" Darya's voice was small, wincing a little bit as Alex placed a bandage onto her cheek, before leaning into the kiss he gave her.
"Kira was Iz's soc girlfriend, they were supposed to move in together, but Kira dipped. And we haven't heard from her since." Another Boy, the one who'd given Alex the first aid kit, spoke. And Darya looked to him, taking in his fiery colored hair and adorable freckles, remembering him from before.
"Wait, she didn't- she didn't dip out. He father sent her to Saint Mary's, upstate. Because he found out she's gay." Darya blinked a few times, the room going quiet the moment she spoke. So she looked around at everyone, then to Alex, afraid she'd said the wrong thing.
"Saint Mary's?" Iz murmured, "wait, how do you know that?" When the question was directed at her, Darya swallowed a little bit.
"She's my cousin, i tried to help her leave, but her dad caught her on the lawn." Her answer made the room quiet again, so Alex took the opportunity to change the direction of the conversation.
"What happened to you, hm?" Alex's hand gently ran his fingers through Darya's hair as he rested his forehead against hers. "Who am i beating up, doll?"
Darya was quiet, appreciating the comfort he gave her as she hesitantly rests her hands on his chest. "I told Nick that i didn't want to be with him, and that nobody could force me to." She admitted, and Alex tensed, so she turned her gaze up to him.
"I'm- I'm going to fucking kill him." Alex tried to pull away, but Darya held onto his jacket, tugging him back. His expression while remaining neutral, was surprisingly terrifying as he looked to the door, clenching his fists to regain his composure.
Darya's hands gently grasping the front of his leather jacket as she looked up at him. "Al, don't. I can't do this on my own." Her tone soft, pleading, as her hands moved to cup his face, turning him to look at her.
And he knew she was right, he knew that. So he nodded, gently kissing her forehead, wondering if they should trade in her letterman jacket for a leather one.
A relationship like theirs isn't an easy one, something was always trying to pull them apart. People or circumstance, they had to really fight for what they wanted.
Alex was starting to second guess nearly everything, as he sat and listened to his friends vote on whether they should let Darya join them. Tapping his fingers on the table as his knee bounced in the same rhythmic fashion. "I think- i think we should tell her to go back to her Westside."
A red haired boy, Connor, spoke up, his tone confused as he looked to his friend. "Why? Alex you love her, so why tell her she doesn't belong here?"
"Because she doesn't." Alex said simply, getting up from the table and grabbing his pack of smokes. "This ain't no fairytale, there's no happily ever after here. She's one of them." He shrugged, walking away without another word.
When he'd brought it up to Darya, it didn't go over very well. She'd moved as far from him as she could get in the small apartment, hands held up just slightly. "Don't. Don't say that."
"Darya, it's true and you know it." Alex's tone was harsher than he'd meant it to be, as he ran a hand through his usually tightly wound curls. He was avoiding her gaze now, fidgeting just slightly.
Darya's hands balled into fists as she stared at him, tears blurring her vision just slightly. “I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you!”
Her shout made Alex pause, his eyes widening a little bit as he looked to her now. Watching her cry broke his heart, and he knew he only had two options now. He could lie to her, and say he never loved her. Putting the nail into the coffin of their relationship. Or he could figure out a way to work it out, and work past everything he was afraid of.
Alex swallowed, carefully reaching for her and pulling her into his arms in a tight embrace. "Take a deep breath for me, sweetheart." Gently rubbing along Darya's back and up to comb his fingers through her hair. "I'm sorry, I'm just- I'm scared." His admittance made him slump a little into her as he felt her arms wrap around his waist.
"I- I know, but please don't just shut me out." Darya murmured, face hidden against his chest as her fingers curled around the fabric of his shirt. "I love you, and i know that you love me. We can make all of this work."
Her endless optimism was something he admired about her, even when she was crying or hurting, she was always hoping for the best. Alex let his arms tighten around her, hiding his face in her hair as he gave the smallest nod. "I do love you."
"Then that's all we need to know." Darya shifted only slightly, now looking up at Alex as she stood on her toes, connecting their lips in the softest kiss. Alex's hands coming up to cradle her face, making a mental note to switch out her letterman jacket for a leather one as soon as humanly possible.
