nine

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i walk off to the kitchen and look through our "junk" filled drawer; things like rubber bands, tape, scissors, stickers, etc are in there.

i grab 4 thumbtacks and walk back to the living room, grab our canvases and walk to my room.

dallas watches suspiciously. "what are you doing?" he says as he gets up and follows me to my bedroom.

i grab a marker from my vanity. "sign this" i say as i hand him his canvas and the marker.

he gives me a confused look, but does as i ask anyway. he marks it with a messy cursive DW.

"thank youuu" i take his canvas and set it down for a moment and put two thumbtacks near eachother on my wall, then hang the canvas on it.

i then sign mine, even though the blood is there, i still find it quite interesting, as if it tells a story.

i hang mine the same way.

"now, yours has a use" i say elbowing him.

"oh, lovely" he says sarcastically, walking out of the room.

i laugh at him, following him. he plops on the couch once again.

i curl my lips "lets go to the record store" i say with a smile growing.

"what are we gonna do there?"

"get me some new music!" i say excitedly, walking out the door to his car.

i hear him groan and he follows. he gets in n starts driving.

it took about 10 minutes until we arrived.

i unbuckle myself and get out of the car, walking my way into the record store.

we both roam around a bit, dallas mostly following behind me like a lost puppy.

the people around us lookin at me real funny cause of the scars on my face.

i stop suddenly causing dallas to nearly run into me. i turn to face him and laugh.

he's looking down at me with furrowed eyebrows, both hands in his pockets.

"damn, dal, lighten up a bit. are you even gonna look at anything?"

"man, i don't even have a player"

"so? it's enjoyable just being here" i say and begin going through some more vinyls.

i pull one out from one of my favorite bands; fleetwood mac. "oh. my. god." i say dramatically as i hold it up.

i look around at it, finding the price. i sigh, vividly disappointed. "it's much too expensive" i pout as i put it away.

dallas doesn't say anything about it. i continue to look through the rest of the store.

i didn't end up buying anything, but i was happy to get out. the door rings as dallas and i leave.

"hey," dallas says as we walk up to the car.

"look what i got" he takes out the fleetwood mac vinyl from under his leather jacket. my eyes widen and my jaw falls open.

"dallas! did you steal that?" i whisper-shout, not wanting anyone to hear me. we're still pretty close to the store.

"well, did you see me pay for it?" he asks with a cocky grin on his face.

i hit his arm and take it from him, looking down, admiring it.

my cheeks turn red and i begin to smile.

"i saw how happy you were about it," he starts. i look up at him. "then how disappointed you were when you saw the price, so i knew i had to get it for you."

i begin laughing "gosh, thanks dal" i say hugging him, being careful not to hurt him.

he pats my back awkwardly. "no problem, kid" he says as he gets into the car.

on the way home, i couldn't shut up about how excited i was to play it, and how thankful i was that he had risked that for me.

he says it was nothing, he steals all the time, he's not afraid of being caught.

i continue to thank him anyway.

we pull up to my house, still empty. pony must be at a movie or something.

we walk in, i run into my bedroom bringing my player out and begin playing the vinyl.

the first song being dreams.

i jump like a little kid, excited because this is my favorite song.

i begin dancing around, i'm not very good at it. i tried getting dal to join, but he resists.

i dance as if no ones watching. i let go, letting all my worries disappear. even if dallas thought i looked stupid.

though, the moment is ruined by soda and steve walking in. "shit" i say under my breath as i quickly turn the music off.

"hey, dal!" steve greets.

"hey, man" he says back, not expecting to see anyone.

"how've you been?" steve asks energetically. he's always filled with it.

soda looks at me with an apologetic look.

"dallas and i were just leaving" i say as i grab his arm, walking us out.

steve stops us before we make it down the steps "we're going to the movies tonight if y'all wanna tag along"

i smile and nod at him, knowing that dallas probably won't wanna go.

we get into dallas' car. he doesn't leave as quickly as i expected him to. he just sits there with his hands on the wheel, staring at it.

"penny for your thoughts?" i ask.

he looks over and smiles at me, then shakes his head. "nah, man" he says as he starts the car. "i'm starved."

we ended up going to dairy queen. we went through the drive-thru and got burgers, fries and a coke.

we pulled into their parking lot and ate.

"yknow," he says with a mouth full "it was kinda nice seeing them" he says as he shoves in another bite.

i finish chewing and then answer. "yeah? are you wanting to go to the movies tonight with us?"

he eats while he thinks about that for a moment. "fuck it" he says, "let's do it."

"that's great dal, they can't wait to see you" i say with a huge smile on my face.

we talked for a bit as we finished eating.

"you wanna go get some drinks before the movies?" he asks.

"bucks?"

"obviously" he replies as he backs out of our parking spot.

i close my eyes as the wind blows through my hair and the sun hits my face.

i open my eyes when i hear dallas chuckle.

"what's so funny?" i ask glaring at him.

he shakes his head with a smile "ah, nothin man."