Oh Miss Thatcher...

Don't you love those days where you have nothing on your mind and just wanna lay back and drink a cold one? Well today was one of those days. I put a 24 in my car and started it up. I rolled down the window and lit a smoke. I was on my way to the gangs spot by the water. I saw another car... definitely a soc car. Great. Randy and his faggot friends. I got out and they rushed me so I flipped my blade and beat the shit outta them. They ran and I looked around and saw some clothes in the ice cold water. I ran to the dock and jumped in and grabbed her. It was Rhyan.

"Fuck girl what are you doing alone" I said under my breath as I pulled us out. She was passed out and looked so innocent. I put her in my car and drove us to her house.

I woke up with Rhyan's head on my chest.  "Good morning" I smirked and kissed the top of her head. She is so sexy. I guess I have always thought she was cute since I met her but didn't really think she liked me so I never tried to get with her. Her long brown hair is so soft and that smile...

"Good morning Dally" she smiled and looked up at me.

"Let's make breakfast" I said, sitting up and moving to the edge of the bed.  I reached over and grabbed my jeans and put them on.  Rhyan got changed into some cute shorts and a tanktop. I grabbed her by the waist and lead her into the kitchen.  I lifted her onto the counter and kissed her.

"What do you want? Eggs?" I asked, smiling.

"Eggs are good." she smiled back. 

I could hardly finish cooking because she distracted me so bad. We ended up fucking in the kitchen, and the living room, and somehow ended up fucking in Owens shower... We were alone for hours and I was glad no one bothered us all day haha.  I couldn't get over how much I like her.  It was so different, her actually acknowledging me and being affectionate.  I was so used to her ignoring me or stepping away when I came near.  Now knowing that she actually liked me all that time, I can't get my head around it.  At around supper time we were just relaxing on the couch, I was thinking about how I should probably get a job. It would be nice to be able to buy her nice things every once in a while. I remember Sylvia always yelling at me after she found out something I gave her was stolen. But what did she expect? Obviously I was going to steal it, I am Dallas Winston. But this time it felt different. I felt like I wanted to make her feel important. I am underage but I bet Buck would let me work there. I would be an impressive bartender for sure.

"What are you thinking about?" She looked up and asked me.

I just smirked, "nothing." And I kissed her on the cheek. She turned around and kissed me hard on the lips. I like this girl...