Thallas on the roof!

[Thalia Manson]

Thalia couldn't help but laugh when she heard him whine knowing automatically it was about the throw up. "Ohhh yeah! You were throwing up like crazy and dry heaving. It was pretty gross to watch, but ya know. I was your baby sitter." She teased from across the house. She was looking down at her phone when she felt his hands touch her and his lips touch her cheek. Her face turned bright red and she couldn't help but get the chills from the touch of his lips on her as if she had never felt them before. She raised an eye brow at him when he mentioned marrying her.

Her heart pretty much dropped when he said that. Yes! Yes! Get down. Ask me. Nowwww Dally. Just do it. Make me your wife. Shoving her thoughts out of her mind she looked over at him. "Get down on your knee and start begging because I cook like this every day. Make me your wife dollface." She teased before watching him eat awkwardly before grabbing his orange juice and taking a sip out of it. She set it back down on the counter before watching him get up and finish eating. "Why thank you, Mr. Kennedy. And that's Mrs. Kennedy to you, not Miss Manson if we're going through with this marriage. But I have a lot of rules." She winked at him before hopping off the bar stool.

She followed him into the living room sitting down next to him as he started to talk again after a while. "Well, when we were on the phone and you were out in your boxers on the roof you were singing All by myself. And then when we were cuddling last night after I kisse-" she didn't finish her sentence she just skipped over what she was about to say. "You were singing Can't take my eyes off of you." She laid down on the couch laying her head on his lap as she looked up at him. "It was adorable. But you were so drunk it's not even funny."

She thought back about what had happened and gave a small laugh. "There was another time where you put your hand on my face and you were like 'Hey. Thalia, stop spinning around and... and listen. You're so pretty.' And then you said "Thalia I fucking love-' and that's when you started to throw up." She laughed at the thought before curling her knees up as she cuddled up closer to him keeping her head on his lap. "Dally, please don't drink that much. I was really scared, and I don't want to see you like that again. I love you and care too much about you to see you like that." She whispered. It was more of a mumble than a whisper actually, but she knew he heard her.

[Dallas Kennedy]

"Oh, God, you saw that?" Dallas asked, making a sour face at the fact that she saw him puke. The fact that he actually got sick meant that he had drank waaay too much because he hardly ever threw up. Either that or the fact that he had drank on an empty stomach.. either way he was kind of grossed out with himself until he remembered that he dropped the bag off the edge. It made sense why he had such a bad hangover this morning.

"Oh, oh, I'm sorry. Mrs. Kennedy." Dallas laughed at her persistence. After they were both settled in on the couch and his belly was feeling much better, he let her lay her head in his lap as he put his legs down. Out of instinct from Kat, he placed his hand on her hair and played with it before he caught himself and quickly stopped. "Sorry." He muttered as he drew his hand back and put it on the arm rest.

Dallas could feel his face getting red when she said what all he had been singing. "I remember being on the roof but that's about it." From what he could gather, he was flat out shit faced and not even the good kind. The annoying kind. Like that friend that you take with you to the club and all they do is get sloppy. That wasn't him and he knew it which is why he felt bad that she babysat him all night.

Dallas looked down to her when she asked him never to drink that much again. She genuinely looked worried for his well being which meant a lot to him, but not that he would ever tell. "I'm sorry about that.." He said, suddenly having a switch in mood. "I just.. I dunno, I couldn't stop." He had moved his hand back to her hair and caught himself a second time, apologizing for that too. After a little moment, he spoke up again to avoid awkwardness. "So... my sweet song didn't sway you at all, then, huh? Cause.. obviously that was my plan." He said with a sarcastic tone and expression.

[Thalia Manson]

Thalia closed her eyes as she felt his hand goes through her hand. She listened to his apologies before shaking her head up a little bit. "Dally, I'm seriously. You need to stop drinking as much as you do, because if anything were to seriously happen to you I don't know what I'd do." She looked up at him in the eyes giving him a sad look. She was completely serious, Dallas's drinking problem was getting bad and she wanted to do anything she could to help him about that. "And if I have to, I will move in. And I will watch you and help you with your drinking." She admitted before getting quiet.

The silence was good until he ended it by talking about his singing once more. "Oh, it did. I loved your singing. You're great it was really cute. Except when you were on the roof, that was annoying. But that one sweet song... Loved it." She leaned up so she was just sitting on his lap placing her arms around his neck and playing with the hair on the back of his neck. "You wanna know what I did when you sang to me because of how much of an effect it had on me?" She raised an eyebrow at him and when she got a yes a a response she but her bottom lip nervously slight hesitating before moving one of her hands to the side of his face .

"I did this," she whispered as she moved her face closer to his. Right after that she closed to her eyes feeling her lips touch his and couldn't help but getting butterflies. She had only ever kissed him when at least one of them were drunk and there weren't really any feeling involved. But pressing her lips against his kissing him now while they were both in a good state of mind, it felt amazing to do so. She pulled her face away feeling her cheeks get red before burying her face into his neck so he couldn't see how red she was getting in the face. "Sorry." She whispered apologizing for kissing him so unexpectedly.

[Dallas Kennedy]

Dallas averted his eyes from hers when she started in about how she wouldn't know what to do if something happened to him. His face was lacking every expression and he sat and thought about that. What if he got stupid again? Last time he had, he landed himself in the hospital where he found out that he had actually died for five minutes. When Kevin told him about that, he swore he wouldn't touch any more alcohol after that but look at where he was now.

Drinking as soon as he woke up, and not stopping until he passed out. He'd missed school for almost a week straight because it had gotten so bad after Christmas break ended. He had spent his Christmas alone because Kevin was with his family and Dally's were thirteen hours away. Esme was busy with her family, and Jack went to Paris with his. Now that he added everything up, without Kat? he was so alone. It wasn't helping that he was burning his bridges with his friends, and now it kind of felt that way with Thalia and Esme too. His drinking was really becoming something of an issue yet, he knew he wouldn't stop, no matter what he said or promised. He rarely kept his promises.

Thalia sat up which made him look up at her. Dallas pinched his eyebrows together and tilted his head. What did she- and then she kissed him. The other night when they had sex for the first time, he kissed her. He was intoxicated. The previous night, he was also drunk. Today, right now, he was sober and his first reaction was to pull away because it brought a little ping to his chest and he wasn't sure why. He barely, by a hair, kissed her back just so she wouldn't feel like it was wrong of her, but then she was apologizing anyway.

Dallas looked down, confused by everything that was going on inside his head. He felt hurt because of everything he still felt for Kat, but he had been growing feelings toward Thalia for years. He was never good with sorting things out and normally he just gave up on both. He realized that he hadn't said anything yet, and he wasn't sure he could say a word that could even make sense. After a short time, he said flatly, "Don't be," followed by him returning his gaze to her. After that, he grew quiet again as the sting overpowered the butterflies in his stomach.