Love - a Dally and Sylvia imagine.
Love was different to so many people. Love was happiness. Love was laughter. Love was memories. Love was adoration. Love was trust. But for two specific people, it was just plain complicated.
Here we have Dallas Winston; the hood, the greaser, and the criminal. Then we have Sylvia; the greaser girl, the toughest of all, and Dally’s girlfriend.
Well, his on-and-off girlfriend.
Let’s face it, on-and-off relationships were easy for them. They’d break up, make up, and break up again. It was like an ongoing cycle. This was normal. Sylvia would flirt with other guys while Dally was in the cooler, and she even cheated on him once. But right now, they’re back together.
Sylvia was asleep in Dally’s bed, waiting for him to get out of the cooler again. Her chest rose and fell with every shallow breath she took.
One breath in. One breath out. One breath in.
And as she subconsciously exhaled, Dally stumbled into the room, anxious to just get into his bed, but he was startled when he saw the petite body already lying in it. He chuckled lightly when he realized that it was Sylvia. The dame can’t stay away from me, he thought.
Dally quickly stripped down to his boxers and slid some pajama pants on, ready to get into bed. By doing so, Sylvia was woken up by the sudden movement. “Wha-” Sylvia started, but was quickly stopped by Dally’s lips on hers. “Don’t worry, I’m ‘ere, doll. Go to sleep.” He whispered, and lazily draped an arm around her waist.
Sylvia gently smiled, feeling safe. Dally smiled, too. Then, the snores coming from both of them, mainly Dally, filled the room like music blasting from a jukebox. It wouldn’t stop anytime soon. The warmth of their bodies and the blankets pulling them somehow closer together were signs of safety. They were together, both mentally and physically.
Love may have been complicated, but they dealt with it.