Author's Note: This is one of my most ambitious projects yet. I hope you like what I've put up so far, Riggilou. Happy Holidays dear readers, and don't do something stupid, alright?

November 5th, 1967
8:25 A.M.

The girl leaned against the counter, tapping her dominant hand nervously against the cool surface.

(Y/n): Bull.

"I'm sorry Ma'am, but due to recent sales rates, we won't be able to keep paying you. It simply ain't wise to keep you employed with business being so slow these days"

The words slipped sickeningly from his lips, corners of his mouth turned up.

(Y/n): Bullshit.

"-Oh..."

(Y/n): Are you kidding me? This is the busiest cafe in town!

"Alright," she said dejectedly, masking her thoughts behind her solemn look.

She knew the man was lying. Tally's Good Food Cafe was the busiest diner in the great state of Oklahoma. Route 66 by Chuck Berry played quietly in the background. She'd heard it for the third time that morning, and had only been working for an hour before her boss showed up.

(Y/n): Dammit Bobby Miller! Just because I wouldn't date you doesn't mean you have the right to fire me. It's unprofessional!

In an attempt to calm her nerves, she asked, "Could you tell me exactly why I am being let go?"

"No." He smiled.

(Y/n): Bastard!

She walked away. Easy as that. (Y/n) was a hard working waitress at the local diner, but due to not-so-recent "Miller being a pervert boss and giant prick," they wouldn't be able to keep her employed. It was as if it was his sole purpose in life was to annoy and disgust her.

(Y/n) trudged back to her apartment that morning, holding a box of the few belongings she kept in the workplace. It held an apron, name-tag, a small can of Mum for especially hot days, and an old Sunsweet brand juice bottle, reused as a water canteen.

Up the stairs and in the elevator. Her eyes welled up. The girl let a single tear roll down her cheek. Luckily, there was nobody in the hall as she walked to the door. She let go of the faucet. Tears dropped liked flies.

(Y/n): How am I supposed to pay the rent now? It's the beginning of the month so I have some time, but what am I to do?

Turning the key, she opened the door, walked into her bedroom, and set the box on her bed. The bedroom was divided in two with a wall to wall curtain, separating two twin beds.

One of those beds used to be her cousin's. She ran off and stopped speaking to (Y/n) altogether. She had no idea where her cousin was, and frankly, didn't want to after what happened. But that was behind her now. She just had to keep looking towards the future, and hope that something good was in store for her.

It had been exactly a year since her cousin left. Tears welled in her eyes. The girl was barely twenty years old, yet she was forced to leave home as a kid. As she left everyone behind, only one followed. They hitchhiked across the great fifty for a couple of weeks. Somehow, the two ended up in Tulsa Oklahoma, yet only (Y/n) stayed in the same city ever since.

She stayed in that same apartment building, hoping that somehow her cousin would return. As she waited, she knew that every passing day made her chances of seeing her cousin again grow smaller and smaller.

This was going to be the worst November ever.

Hours passed and it was nearly midnight. Seated on the couch, (Y/n) made a plan to keep herself on her feet and hopefully forget her cousin for good. She was going to look for a roommate.

The girl placed an ad in the local newspaper by next morning, and hoped someone would answer soon. A few days passed by and still nothing. No Letters. Nothing.

November 9th, 1967
5:30 P.M.

Across town, a greaser stood outside the rodeo circle, accepting a wad of cash. His name was Dallas. He had prominently high cheekbones and soft hair, a contrast to his icy demeanor.

He stayed with his friend Buck Merril, who got him the job as a jockey at the rodeo. Yet he was tired of all of Buck's parties when all he wanted was some rest from the constant noise. Riding horses was fun, but the crowds were deafening.

Dallas: Loud, loud loud. Loud at the rodeo, loud at Buck's, loud in this damned mind of mine. All I need is some peace and quiet, at least for a few hours in the day.

It was his birthday, and he was spending it by himself. He would have gone to his friend's house, but didn't want to bother them. Deep down, he felt he only brought trouble...

He made his way to the nearest diner, Tally's Good Food Cafe, sat at the bar, and ordered a hamburger, with fries and a strawberry malt on the side.

"Oh, and a little more whipped cream with a cherry on the top, thanks uh... Betsy," he told the waitress, glancing at her name tag.

There was a newspaper thrown carelessly onto the counter-top. Bored, Dally picked up the paper and looked through the columns.

Only one captured his interest. "WANTED: ROOMMATE." His eyes wandered across the page. The word quiet jumped out to him. This would be perfect. No parties, cheap rent, an escape from the noise.

Dallas: Perfect.

A few minutes later, Betsy slid the burger and malt slid down the counter to him as Route 66 started to play on the radio. She leaned over a bit to add the extra whipped cream and placed a cherry on top.

Dallas: Also perfect.

"Thanks, doll," he said as she turned away. Once out of earshot, Betsy scoffed.

"Pathetic," she muttered, making her way back to the front counter.

Apparently she wasn't far enough, as he heard her.

Dallas: Thanks, lady. Really needed that.

His ego may have taken a slight beating, but it was only a matter of seconds before his eyes traveled back to the newspaper. It was almost undetectable, but a slight smirk was forming...

hope you like it so far Riggilou :] I've never written outsiders fanfiction before but I had fun writing this one and editing the photo lol.

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