Thallas on the roof!

[Thalia Manson]

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Thalia was on the phone with him practically yelling at him to get off the roof the whole time she was in the taxi on her way. He was drunk, naked, and on the roof. This couldn't get any worse unless her jumped. Which worried her a whole lot more as she told the taxi driver to hurry up it was an emergency. When she got to his apartment she looked up not really seeing him on the roof. She shook her head grabbing the hoodie and sweatpants she had brought from him. She practically ran up the stairs to the apartment stopping by his dorm. She knocked on the door just to make sure he didn't get into his apartment, and she saw Kevin at the door. When she asked if Dallas was inside he said no and she just let out a loud groan and kept going up the stairs of the apartment. She opened the door that lead to the roof and opened it.

When she opened it she looked around and didn't see him until she looked down and saw he was sitting right by the door. She dropped down to her knees so she was beside him setting the clothes down on "I brought you clothes." Her voice was soft and nurturing but her eyes told a different story. She had so much worry in them that he was actually going to jump since he was drunk and actually let the burn blog get to him. When she was fulling sitting down she grabbed him wrapping her arms around him, "I have never been so happy to see you in my life, you're freezing. Put clothes on." She leaned away from him standing back up which was when she spotted the alcohol. "Dallas James Kennedy."

Thalia glared at the boy before she leaned down grabbing the bottle and holding it up. "You lied to me." She stomped over to the side of the building at the let the bottle slide out of her hands onto the ground. She looked over at him once she heard it hit the ground a smirked at him. When she walked back over she went up and straight up slapped him. "You're fucking stupid. Tell me, what the fuck is wrong with you? Really? Letting the burn blog screw with you this much? You're dumb. You're so much better than they are! They're stupid idiotic kids trying to screw with people. And you're letting them get to you like this..." She sat down next to him looking at him shaking her head. "Why would you let it bother you this much Dally?" Her voice softened as she finished that sentence grabbing his hand in hers.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas hung up the phone with Thalia because she was starting to annoy her every time she would yell at him. He was tired of yelling. He was tired of fighting. He was tired of drinking and partying and tired of dragging himself into fucked up situations. He had called Esme while he waited for Thalia to show up, which he thought was a bad idea because Esme had sad a lot of things that he knew were true but he didn't want to hear. He knew she didn't mean to, but her words always seemed to strike some kind of chord deep within him. It hurt to think that not even ten minutes ago, he was seriously considering just pushing off from the edge and hoping the devil gave him wings to fly with.

Dallas was quickly giving up on everything he had ever had a drive for. That spark inside you that when you feel something was meant to be.. he had lost that; doused with the sting of alcohol, weed and a little hint of some ecstasy. He was on a fast track to hell. God wouldn't allow someone of his blood to walk around in the heavens, and he was okay with that.

When he hung up with Esme, Dallas clenched his phone in his hand until his knuckles turned white. His legs were pulled up to his chest, his elbows resting on them, and his head pushing against his forearms while his fingers aggravatingly pulled at his hair. This whole thing wasn't just because of Kat and the fact that she abandoned him and took their unborn child with her.. it was because he was just tired of trying. He was like a little empty seashell that nothing wanted because of the crack or chip in it's design.

He heard someone coming up and then saw the heavy metal door swinging open and Thalia exiting from it. He was actually very thankful that she had brought clothes for him because he was pretty sure he was about twenty minutes from getting hypothermia. He didn't move or flinch or do anything when she took what was left of his alcohol and dropped it off the roof. And then he felt a stinging on his face which he just shook his head and laughed at it.

Dallas snatched up the hoodie from the snow and slipped it on. "It's not about the fucking burn blog, Thalia." He hissed, pinching his eyebrows together and glaring back at her. He breathed for a second, then leaned back against the building. "I'm sorry." Dallas tried to stand up, not even bothering trying to put the sweatpants on. It was past time to take his drunk ass home. He used the rail as his support and looked behind him to see if Thalia was following.

When they reached the apartment, Kevin couldn't help but laugh at Dallas because he knew that he felt like shit for drinking too much. "F-fuck you man." Dallas stumbled but was still kind of laughing, mostly at himself. Kevin pulled Dally's arm around his neck and helped him to his bedroom, plopping him down on the bed. "Jesus, Dal, it's only 3:45." Kevin laughed as he turned to Thalia. "I'm sorry about him. My number is on the fridge, I have to go to work but seriously, call me if you need anything." He said and left.

Dallas rolled over onto his side, his arm hanging over the edge. "Fuuuuuck." He groaned, running his hand over his head.

[Thalia Manson]

<sup>Thalia didn't say anything for the time being, she just followed him. Letting him hiss at her about it not being about the burn blog, then say he was sorry. She didn't say anything or even make eye contact with him. She looked up once they reached his apartment at Kevin who was laughing. She followed him before standing in the doorway of Dallas's room watching Kevin help Dallas onto his bed who just began to groan and her and Kevin talked. Thalia looked up at him, "I'll call you."

Once Kevin had left she went into the kitchen grabbing a cup and filling it with water from the fridge before going into the bathroom. She clicked on the light before grabbing the trashcan from inside of it and walking into Dallas's room. She set the trashcan on the floor next to the bed and then set the cup right next to him on the dresser. She didn't talk for a bit, just sat down on the bed and watched him. Seeing him fall apart like this, it hurt her so much. She felt like her heart was dropping into her stomach and being ripped apart.

She leaned back against the headboard of his bed and glanced over at him. "I'm sorry I slapped you, and i'm sorry I yelled at you. You didn't deserve that... You just... You scared the shit out of me Dallas." She looked down at her phone which was in her hand and set it down on the nightstand beside her. She glanced over at him before whispering another "i'm sorry." When she thought for a couple seconds, she wasn't sure what to say. She just wanted to grab him and hold him and tell him everything would be okay, but it didn't work that way.

"Dally, I love you . You know that. And I want nothing more for you to be happy again. But the way you're acting is bad Dally. And you know that deep down the way you're acting isn't good for your health. You drink so much, and that's pretty much all you do other then fuck girls. The more you drink, it's not going to solve anything!" She bit her bottom lip as she tried to keep her voice calm inbetween sentences. She knew he didn't deserve to be yelled at so she kept her voice low and peaceful as she spoke. "I get it Dallas, your sad and you don't want to keep trying to make things work for you. But..."

She wasn't sure where she was going with this at this point, but she knew she could feel hers starting get watery as her thoughts started to consume her. "Dallas, you called me after you read the burn blog on the roof drunk. Do you know how scared that made me? You could have jumped... You could have died. You could have died just as easily as you could die if one day you decide to drink a little to much and get alcohol poisoning. " She looked up from her lap at Dallas . She didn't want to lecture him because she knew as soon as Esme saw the burn blog she would probably call him.

But right now, she couldn't help it. He needed to know even though he probably already did. Shit, he should know better after the last time he drank and got into his wreck! She got a call from his aunt and uncle telling her and asking if she could come down to see him, but her dad couldn't afford it at the time so she couldn't. But she knew what happened because he also told her about it. "Drink doesn't lead to anything good, Dallas. You can try and numb the pain your feeling because of everything that happened with Kat. And you can try to make it go away. But drinking as soon as you wake up and fucking anything with a vagina will not do anything... " She thought for a second before wiping her eyes as a couple tears were coming down her cheeks. "I'm sorry." She was being harsh, and she knew it. But she had to be honest with him.</sup>

[Dallas Kennedy]

As Dallas laid there, borderline motionless and trying to concentrate on the things Thalia was saying, he just couldn't so every now and then he would grunt to make it look like he was listening. Honestly, he was just trying not to throw up and every time she moved on the bed, a whole new wave of nausea would roll over him and he was suddenly thankful that she had thought to bring the trash can in. His face was probably still stinging but he couldn't feel very much of it. He understood that she was apologizing for slapping him but really, he didn't mind it. He felt bad for laughing about it but he was almost too gone to even put things into words.

After a little while, he had bunched up the pillow under his head and rolled onto his back. "Too, I'm sorry too, Thal." He said, just before swallowed an accumulated amount of spit. Dallas' eyes drooped shut but he wasn't tired or even about to fall asleep. It just sucked that the room was spinning and all. When he opened them and looked to her, he furrowed his eyebrows and reached out his hand, trying to steady it. He touched her face and held it there for a second before smiling and mumbling, "Hey. Thalia, stop spinning around and... and listen. You're so pretty." He said, letting his hand plop back to the bed.

It was clear that he hadn't absorbed any of what she had said but she should have known that he was overly intoxicated and wouldn't have been able to withhold a legit conversation, let alone remembering what he had said. "Thalia?" Dallas said, pushing himself into a sitting position so that both of his feet were on the floor. That took way more effort than what he had planned on. "I fucking love-" There it was, his long awaited puke fest. And the thought of vomiting just made him do it even more as he almost didn't make it in the trash can between his legs. Wave after wave came for the next ten minutes until it seemed like they were done and he was able to catch his breath.

He was visibly shaking as he rolled up the sleeves of the hoodie Thalia had brought and spat repeatively into the trashcan. "Jesus Christ." He groaned, his head still hung over the bin. "In the bathroom there's........ uhhm mouthwash. Could you-" Dallas wasn't able to complete his thought because now he was only dry heaving. There hadn't been anything in his system except the fifth and a half of alcohol that he'd downed. Did he ever feel like shit now. "Fuuck this shit. Bad.... bad idea." He mumbled to himself.

When Thalia returned with the mouthwash, he thanked her and took a swig, almost swallowing it but catching himself and spitting it in the bin. He felt slightly better, yet slightly worse as he reached for the water on the nightstand. "You serious.. Jesus. Thal, you're the best." He said, thankful that she'd brought that too. "I'm sorry you're seeing this."

[Thalia Manson]

<sup>Thalia bit her lip trying to refrain from laughing when she felt his hand go on her face. "Babe, i'm not spinning around. You're drunk... But thank you." She couldn't hold it anymore she let out a laugh as his hand plopped back down onto the bed. She could still feel herself blushing though and that kind of shocked her since he was totally shitfaced and yet at the same he could still have that crazy effect one her. Thalia watched as he leaned forward which made her lean over on the bed and place a hand on his shoulder to steady him encase her were to fall or something.

"Hmm?" She looked up at him letting go of his shoulder as he said her name and started a sentence. She got off the bed and went over to him as soon as she heard him throwing up. She stood next to him rubbing his back, waiting for him to get down. On the brightside, she wasn't a social puker. So, she didn't throw up from seeing other people throw up. Which was a very good thing in this case because he was puking up an entire storm. As he started his sentence with "in the bathroom." She just headed off waving her hand as if to say "I know. I know."

She walked into the bathroom and grabbed the bottle of mouthwash before returning back to him. She opened the mouthwash for him and handed him the open bottle spinning the cap in her hand as she watched him drink some. "Spit it out boo," she reminded him as he kept it in for a while. When he spit out the mouthwash into the bin she took it from his hand and smiled at him. "I know, and you fucking remember that." She pointed at him in a stern voice. Before smiling and leaning over kissing his forehead. "I don't mind being a babysitter to my little dallykins."

Thalia walked out of his room and into the bathroom placing the mouthwash back on the counter and looking at herself in the mirror resting her hands on the counter sighing. Dallas was so dumb sometimes. And this was one of his stupider moments. She rolled her eyes at her thoughts of how dumb he was before walking out of the bathroom and going into the kitchen. She looked around a little bit before finding the bread in the cabinet. She untied it and opened the bag grabbing two pieces of bread before closing it up and setting it back into the cabinet.

She walked back into his room sitting down next to him on the bed. "Here, eat these. And whenever you start to get a headache and you want pain killers just let me know and i'll get it for you whenever you need it, even if it's something you don't have at the house. I'll run to the store and get it as soon as possible ." She handed him the two slices of bread before rubbing his back slightly. "Do you need anything else?"She bit her bottom lip trying to think of good things to help someone when they're drunk but her mind was running a blank.
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[Dallas Kennedy]

Personally, he thought dry heaving was so much worse than actual puking. It was like going to a strip club; just a tease that lingered. The fact that he was literally shaking from it made him worry a little bit. "Fuck this shit," He muttered under his breath and inbetween heaves. He had one hand hugging the trash bin, and one hand on the glass of water while Thalia disappeared for a little while which seemed like forever until she returned. He was still freezing and then got the bright idea that maybe he wasn't shaking from his violent vomiting but instead because he was still a fucking ice cube.

He scowled when she returned with the bread. That was the same thing Kevin always gave him to make him feel better and he hated eating bread in the first place. The texture of it touching his hands just freaked him out and made his skin crawl. When she handed them to him, he kept his hands where they were and instead, leaned his face down and just took them with his mouth. He got only a few chews in before the bottom piece fell in the trash and the second he couldn't handle. He let the other half of it fall before he set the bin down and pushed it away with his leg. "It's so fucking dryyy." Dallas groaned and he took a sip of water and laid back down.

"Thalia, don't let me drink that much ever ever again." He whined as he fought with the blankets. He was still shivering, and was only able to get half of his body covered before he gave up and just laid there with his eyes pinched tightly shut. "Are you stayin here then?" He asked, trying to lift his head up like an idiot. That had been a bad idea so he just laid his head back down and pulled his hands up to his face. He twirled his fingers in his bangs and looked at at them in disgust. He looked ahead of his with a sad expression, "Are you gonna still be here in the morning?"

[Thalia Manson]

Thalia let Dallas take the bread from her hand laughing since he took it from her with his mouth. "You're ridiculous dally." She let him eat the bread and drink before seeing him lay down. "Well, ya know... That's how bread is kind of supposed to be boo. It felts absorbed the alcohol in your system." She watched him as he laid back and fought with the blanket to get them over himself. She got up from the bed and stood up helping him get the blankets fully over himself before making him nice a comfortable in it. "I'll try not to, but you can't keep drinking like you are," She whispered. She slipped off her Toms before walking over to the other side of the bed getting under the blankets next to him.

She laid beside him before moving his hands away from his hair and tilting his head to look at her with the tips of her fingers. "Yes I'm staying the night, and yes... I will be here in the morning." She smiled at him before leaning over and pressing her lips against his moving her finger tips from under his chin and putting her hand on the side of his face. She pulled away before running her hand up and down his arm to warm him up. "You're freezing." She wrapped her arm around his waist curling up next to him lacing their legs together to get his legs cold since he wasn't wearing pants and was probably having ice cold legs right now.

-skipping to morning-
It was about eleven when Thalia woke up still curled up into Dallas . She slowly moved her body away from his before climbing out of the bed. She went into the bathroom grabbing a comb which she was assuming was Dallas's before combing out her hair and taking a swig of some of the mouth wash thy was in there. After doing so she made her way into the kitchen looking at what kind of food he had. Finding Eggs, Bacon, and Orange Juice made her extremely happy. She began cooking the bacon and as she let is sizzle she started to look through a couple drawers before finding aspirin which she placed on the counter with a cup of Orange Juice.
Once she finished cooking she placed the food into the microwave on a plate since he still wasn't up and put the cup of Orange Juice back in the fridge before going out of the kitchen and into the living room where she then sat down on the couch. As she began flipping through the channels she began leaning down into the couch and curling up into a ball waiting for Dallas to wake up.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas nodded and smiled when she said that she would be staying at that she was going to be there in the morning. Not that he would get mad if she wasn't, he knew she had her own life. He opened his eyes when her fingers touched his skin and watched when she kissed him. Halfway into it he grinned and then plopped his head on the pillow. The blankets around him weren't much help to keeping him warm, but he welcomed her body against his and clung to her like he was scared she would float away. The heat she shared with him felt so nice that it made him relax as he closed his eyes and soon, fell asleep as he was mumbling something that didn't make any sense.

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The sun beaming through the window landed right on Dallas' face, causing him to stir from his sleep. He peeked through one eye as the other side of his face was buried in the pillow. He looked around the room before rolling over and facing the empty side of the bed. The sweet scent of Thalia's body spray lingered there which clicked the memory that she had been there last night. Dallas pushed his hand up to where she would be, and then noticed the sleeve of a hoodie covering his arm.

Confused, he furrowed his brows at it and uncovered the rest of his body. "What the fuck?" He whispered to himself as he sat up out of bed. That had been a bad idea because everything was pulsing in his brain. Dallas ran his hands over his face before dropping them and pushing himself out of bed. He looked at the clock on his dresser that said it was almost 12:30 and he stood up with a wobbly groan. He stretched his arms out wide on either side of him before walking into the bathroom. "Damn," He mouthed looking at his reflection as he brushed his teeth. He looked like hell and felt like shit.

After taking a quick shower, which was really just standing there under the water for ten minutes after he washed his body, he wrapped a towel around his waist and wandered into the kitchen. Hearing the tv on, he assumed Kevin was home, and it wasn't unusual for them to just prance around in towels. Dallas downed four ibuprofen along with a few sips of water from the sink before he started for the living room. "Hey, Kev, you made breakf- THALIA!" He said, jumping a little bit. "Jesus, sorry. I wasn't expecting.. what are you doing here?" He asked, straightening up his posture. He moved his hand to where his towel was twisted to ensure it wouldn't fall. He suddenly felt unusually vulnerable and a little embarrassed even thought she'd seen him stark naked before.

[Thalia Manson]

<sup>Thalia watched Dallas as he walked into the bathroom slightly chuckling to herself that he didn't even notice her. She had gotten up to make toast before returning to the couch with it on a plate before she heard the water shut off. She watched keeping her eyes on Dallas as he trailed past her and into the kitchen. As he downed what seemed like a million pain killers, and came back into the living room she kept her eyes on him waiting for him to notice her. When he jumped and screamed her name she jumped too, "Jesus. Why did you get so scared! Am I that fucking ugly?" She couldn't help but tease before standing up setting her plate down.

"You asked me if I was staying and was going to be here in the morning, I promised you I would be. I don't break my promises. " She smiled as him walking up to him. "How are you feeling? You were pretty fucked up last night, you kept singing... It was cute-" she teased him before watching as he held onto his towel. "You should probably go get dressed, I made breakfast. " She said as she felt her face getting red from watching him fix his towel. She looked up at him before walking away and into the kitchen. She couldn't help but think how sexy he looked in just the towel and how badly she wanted it off of him, before she soon stopped her thoughts and turned on the microwave heating it his food back up.

She opened up the fridge grabbing his cup of orange juice before setting it on the counter where the bar stools were for him to sit. When the microwave dinged she pulled the food out setting it on the counter before thinking for a minute... Fork and knives. She went through a couple drawers before finding them and setting them down by the plate knowing he wont like to touch the bread, especially after how pitiful he was about having to touch it last night. Ugh, last night once he fell asleep was perfect. Just laying in his arms, she couldn't help but think about how she never wanted to leave them.

She leaned against the counter looking down at her hands as her thoughts trailed on and on about Dallas. He was just so perfect in her eyes, and she wanted nothing more than to be with him. As she looked up and spotted him all of her thoughts went away as she smiled at him. "I hope it's alright, and I also gave you orange juice knowing that sometimes helps me when I have a hangover. " She felt like she was mothering him so she shut up and sat on the bar stool next to the one where she had placed his food.</sup>

[Dallas Kennedy]

"Well.. no! I just.." He stuttered in response to her asking why he got so scared. "I thought you were Kevin!" He laughed, relaxing now. "Sorry I scared you." He said with an innocent face and crooked smile. He didn't remember asking her if she was going to stay even though he slightly remembered her in his bed before he blacked out. His jaw fell slightly open but he still had a smile on his face, "I was singing? Oh, Lord, no!" He sighed, "I bet that was awful. I'm sorry." He said laughing again and tightening his grip on his towel. "Apart from that, I feel.. like shit but I'll be okay at some point."

"You made breakfast? Awe, you're so sweet." He said, tilting his head to the side a little bit. Dallas turned and watched as she walked into the kitchen behind him and then he went back into his bedroom to throw some clothes on. He didn't feel like bothering with briefs nor a shirt, so he just threw on a pair of black and red Somerset sweatpants. Something caught his nose and he immediately looked at the trashcan by the dresser and cautiously approached it. "Oh, grooooss." He whined, taking the trash bag out and tying it into a knot. He opened his bedroom window and stepped out onto the fire staircase. He dropped the bag off the edge and laughed as it barely made it into the dumpster four flights down.

Feeling accomplished, he stepped back through the window and closed it, his feet now freezing from the snow out on the ledge. Dallas slipped on a pair of socks and headed back into the kitchen where Thalia was putting out his food. "Well, dadgum!" He said, standing behind her. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked over her. "You can't spoil me like that. Shoot, if you cook like this all the time, I might just have to marry you, baby girl." He laughed, leaning in to give her a kiss on the cheek before he walked over and took a seat on the bar stool. "Seriously, you even got out a fork." He said, his brows raised and a smirk on his lips.

after he was finished eating, he set his silverware down on the plate and looked over at Thalia. "That was a mighty fine breakfast, Miss Manson." Dallas said, standing up to put his plate in the sink before walking into the living room. He stayed quiet for a little bit as he sat on the couch, his legs pulled up next to him. He sighed and looked from the tv to her. "So.. what was I singing last night?" He asked, avoiding the fact that he wanted to apologize for how drunk he had been and if he had tried anything.