I walk through seemingly unfamiliar streets thinking about all the hazy memories that never happened. Wishing they would. In my drunken stuper, I had some how veered from my house in the four blocks it takes to get to the bar from there.

I stumble lightly, catch myself, pause my rocky saunter to Pat my self down for my phone, I find it, and my wallet both in place and pull out my phone.
It's 3:33AM on a Friday night and I'm walking home alone, at night. 'It's a small town but not that small' I think to myself.

When I put my phone back in the inside pocket of my biker jacket I bought thrifting, Deadpool pins stuck to the right breast pocket. I look back up to look around and realize something. I don't recognize ANYTHING. I look around a little frantically and stumble forward to hide away from the unfamiliar streets and lights. All of the lights of a city, the noise of a city too. I take refuge in a dark ally, everything is as dry as a popcorn fart and I start to sweat. I pull the jacket off in a frenzy as well as my hoodie with the Grim Reaper on the front and back. I hide behind a large dumpster and make myself small as I start to cry from the confusion. My quiet cries brought a vary large black cat, presumably a tom cat, it presses into me from my side. I slowly lower my left hand to pet it as I continue to cry nearly silent. I sit in silence with the large black cat for a long time. The cat leaves at twilight.

I glance around the narrow ally, still sloshed from the night that isn't quite over yet. I go to stand but ultimately stumble out from behind the dumpster into the middle of the ally. Where I hadn't realized was a man. A tall man. Sharp. Wirey and stiff leaning against the wall of the ally. I look up at him quickly from the ground, making no move to get up, and a look of probably straight fear on my face, I stare him in the eyes. He's looking down now. 'His eyes are so dark.. And so blue.. That face... That scar in that spot on his face... ' We're simply left staring at each other for an unforgettablly long time. My head twitches a little toward the sound of foot steps. 'Just one set, but I don't know these men, I think.' The tall dark man glances quickly to the allies mouth. A similarly tall man, with wheat blond hair and crystal blues is standing at the mouth. I finally feel my limbs move, on their own, to rise from the ground. I stand fully, not talk at all, no big build, only a knife to provide a semblance of protection. The knife felt useless. It realistically would be unless I got it out before anything happened. I opte not to. The men both stare at me and finally the blond speaks up "Tim, who's the broad? An why was she on the ground man? " The blond asked, Tim, 'Oh, Tim, I know that name with a description like this one. ' I quickly and very panickly thought to myself.

Tim looked the blond dead in the eyes and said quite irritatedly "Dally I didn't do nothin man, she stumbled out from behind that dumpster. She's definitely on somethin' tho'. " He finishes. 'Eh, he's not wrong' I think. I let out a small laugh at how confused he is by the situation at hand. 'I am too, hell, I spend most of the night drunkenly crying about it with a big black Tom cat, but I have to figure out what's really going on here, gotta make sure this is for real.'

'Tim and Dally or rather Dallas, the memories that never happened... Could they happen now? God stop thinking about shit that won't ever happen, you had literally convinced your self that he would NEVER even LIKE you when he never existed. Stop it. You went through all of this already. Inside. Of . Your. Own. Head. '

Tim and Dallas talk among themselves, I'm not sure what they're talking about, probably me, or not. I look around and it's just us, and the sun rise right across from me. Just outside the mouth of the ally, like I could reach out and touch it, I want to. Dallas turns to me suddenly, I only notice it barely as I stare right through him at the sky behind him. He looks to Tim for some kind of help maybe, Tim would walk up to me and stand I would immediately back away from him and against the wall. Quickly dropping to the front. Feeling cornered in every way possible. Dallas simply watched in concern, quickly dropping to his knees. Tim looked down at Dallas confused as all hell. I just look even more off put by the whole thing, and the sun is starting to hurt my eyes, I can feel the hang over and lack of sleep starting to creep in on me. I'd look at Dallas and ask him, point blank "Hey... listen, I know this is totally crazy, but I have no idea where I am or how I could've gotten here. I was just drinking last night and than I was in the street out there at some time of night.. " I say rushed, but just barely above a whisper. "So yeah got drugged an need a place to stay. " States Dallas looking me up and down. I curl in on myself more. "I wouldn't say I was drugged.. more like I don't drink much.... " I say trialling off in thought.

Dallas huffed than got up to say "Well, ya look like shit an ya can't jus stay here. Come on, I know a place. ". With that, both Tim and Dallas started to walk away from me. Realizing this is my chance to sleep I stand too quickly and stumble after them, I notice my sight fades to black around the edges. Giving me tunnel vision while I follow behind the pair.

Only 1040 words but holy moly I feel like I did pretty good w this, PLEASSSE comment, idk what to do when I see ppl have read this but didn't leave any comments lol

Fyi who ever be reading, I fucking love you, PLEASE give me Tim ideas, I literally love him sm 😂💀