"What're you doing tonight?" Dally asked me.

"Going to the rumble..." I said as if it were obvious.

"Nuh-uh, you aren't coming."

"What? Why not?!"

"It's to dangerous."

"So? Your going, I can take care of myself."

"Have you ever actually been in a rumble?" He asked not wanting to have the conversation.

"No, but in sure I won't be the only person there like that."

"Your right you won't be the only person who hasn't been in one because you won't be there. It's to dangerous, you'll thank me later."

"Why's it to dangerous for me, but not for anyone else? Is it because I'm a girl?"

"No that's not why. I just heard some of the Brumly Boys were bring their knives and I didn't want you to be there if things got nasty. If it was a fair fight maybe but no, you can't go."

"Sorry, but last time I checked your my boyfriend, not my dad."

"Why do you have to make everything so complicated?!" He yelled.

"I'm not, I just want to fight for something I care about, your the one making this difficult! Why can't you see that,  I don't see why your making such a big deal out of this! Why Dally? Huh? Why can't you let me do something I'm passionate about?!?" I screamed. My throat was starting to get raw from yelling so much.

"Because I'm scared you'll get hurt! I'm scared I'm going to lose you." I understood everything now.

"I-I-I, y-you were just looking out for me?" I asked sheepishly.

"Yah, I don't know what I would do without you. I can't afford to lose you."

"I never thought about it like that. I'll stay."

"I'll stay with you."

"No Dally, go for the both of us."

"I'm not leaving you home alone." We were sitting next to each other on the couch and he started playing with my red hair.

"You don't have to do that you know."

"I know, but I want to spend more time with you."

I started blushing and out my head on his shoulder."

"Your sweet."

"If you tell anyone I'll kill you."

"I promise. Thanks for staying with me."

"Anytime babe. Anything for you."

He kissed me sweetly. We kissed for a long time but wen needed to breath. Stupid oxygen. We were perfectly content that night with sitting on the couch, watching movies, eating popcorn, and kissing.

Sorry it's short. I have trouble writing Dally imagines.