Dally’s Perspective
No.
No.
This is not happening.
I got this jittery feeling around (Y/N). My moyo pounds. I’m nervous.
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. She was funny, smart, wonderful, and everything good.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
I wasn’t supposed to want her. Need her.
Dallas Winston didn’t need anyone.
Except I needed her. I needed (Y/N). I was scaring myself.
“Dally, are wewe ok?” She says, breaking me out of my daze.
“No. I’m not ok.” I say.
She looks at me for further information, so I continue.
“I…I think I like you.”
“Well, if we didn’t, we wouldn’t be going out then.” She says, confused.
“No… I like like wewe like you.”
“Well yeah.”
“No. I upendo you.” I say quickly.
“Oh.” She says softly.
“But I can’t upendo you.”
She looks at me, confused and hurt.
“No! Not like that.” I say, grabbing her arm. “I’m afraid of loving you. If I upendo you, I’m going to lose you.” I whisper.
“Why would wewe think you’d lose me.” She whispers, tears in her eyes.
“Everyone I upendo has been lost. My mom. My sister. You. I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I could do.” I say, moving my hands to her face. “I don’t want to be responsible for what happens that hurts you.”
“Nothing bad’s going to happen.” She whispers. “Because I upendo you.” She says, as our lips collide.
I needed her.
No.
No.
This is not happening.
I got this jittery feeling around (Y/N). My moyo pounds. I’m nervous.
She’s the most beautiful girl I’ve ever met. She was funny, smart, wonderful, and everything good.
I wasn’t supposed to feel this way.
I wasn’t supposed to want her. Need her.
Dallas Winston didn’t need anyone.
Except I needed her. I needed (Y/N). I was scaring myself.
“Dally, are wewe ok?” She says, breaking me out of my daze.
“No. I’m not ok.” I say.
She looks at me for further information, so I continue.
“I…I think I like you.”
“Well, if we didn’t, we wouldn’t be going out then.” She says, confused.
“No… I like like wewe like you.”
“Well yeah.”
“No. I upendo you.” I say quickly.
“Oh.” She says softly.
“But I can’t upendo you.”
She looks at me, confused and hurt.
“No! Not like that.” I say, grabbing her arm. “I’m afraid of loving you. If I upendo you, I’m going to lose you.” I whisper.
“Why would wewe think you’d lose me.” She whispers, tears in her eyes.
“Everyone I upendo has been lost. My mom. My sister. You. I can’t lose you. I don’t know what I could do.” I say, moving my hands to her face. “I don’t want to be responsible for what happens that hurts you.”
“Nothing bad’s going to happen.” She whispers. “Because I upendo you.” She says, as our lips collide.
I needed her.
It must have been about two in the morning, and the baby had been crying off and on again for hours.
“Hey baby girl, I got you. I got you.” He says, holding her up to his chest and rocking back and forth. “We’re all good. We’re all good.”
He walks around the room a few minutes, bouncing the baby up and down till she stops crying, and slowly starts to fall back asleep.
“Katherine Jane Winston,” he muttered, looking at his half asleep daughter. “You’re going to be so beautiful one day. wewe know that? I’ll do anything for you. Anything wewe need. Your daddy’s right here. And so is your big brother, and your mommy. But most of all I’m here, and I got you.” He smiles.
The baby snores softly, but he doesn’t want to put her down. He’s in love.
“Having a staring contest.” Soda says intensely.
“Umm… Ok?” wewe say.
“It’s all part of the epic battle of who gets to ask wewe out.” Steve says.
“What the hell, man!” Soda yelled, and slapped Steve’s arm.
“Owww.” Steve says, looking down to examine his arm.
“Haha yes, I win!” Soda laughs.
“Not fair man!” Steve yells.
They start going after each other.
Oh god.