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All I know	By : CorkyKeller Category: 1 through F > Dallas 362 Views: 960 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The only character I own all rights to is Butterfly Cullen. All other characters and Dallas 362 are owned by Scott Caan's brilliant mind. I do not profit in any way from writing this with the sole exception of maturing my writing. Please critique

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Chapter Two

They had just finished paying the check when Rusty walked in with a cup of coffee in his hand.

�Hey, just in time.� Mary said as her son slid into the booth next to her.

�Hello, ladies. How was breakfast?� he asked taking a sip of his mothers orange juice.

�Bangin�!� Butterfly replied.

�Bangin�?� He repeated, letting a soft chuckle escape his lips.

�Brooklyn lingo.� She clarified smiling at herself.

�Ah�
�Come on you two, I have to be at work in a couple of hours. I�ll drop you both off on my way home.� Mary said as she scooted against her son motioning him to let her out. He nodded and stood, moving aside so that his mother and cousin could walk in front of him. The ride to Rusty�s house was silent and he held his breath as they approached his street. She let out a soft sigh as she stepped on the brakes softly coming to a stop in front of the house. For a moment she considered getting off and staying for a few minutes but decided against it when she looked at the clock above the radio and realized she had just enough time to go home and change before she had to be at work. �Alright so, tomorrow night, Butch; Bob and I are taking Butterfly to the movies. You want to come?�

�I�d love to, Ma. What about Dallas? Is he invited?� he asked. She hesitated before nodding her head and forcing a smile onto her face.
�Course he is.� She spat. He smiled back at her thankfully.

�We�ll see you tomorrow then, Aunt Mair� Butterfly said climbing out of the car not noticing the wince that crossed her aunt�s face from the nick name that reminded her of Dallas. Rusty stole a glance at his mother, chuckling softly as he got out the car, grabbing Butterfly�s duffle bag on his way out.

�Bye, Ma. I love you.� He said.

�I love you too.� She replied sighing deeply. She watched them walk into the house and drove off towards her house.

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�FAT ASS!� He yelled as he walk through the front door, Butterfly following closely behind him. There was no answer as he crossed into the kitchen and set her bag down by the small table before peering around the corner towards Dallas�s room. �YO FATTY, YOU WANT SOME COFFEE?� He called out before walking back into the kitchen after hearing a faint cough coming from Dallas as he staggered out of his room, making his way towards the kitchen wearing nothing but his worn out jeans.

�Mornin', Sunshine. You got a smoke?� he asked as he walking across the kitchen not noticing the figure behind Rusty.

�Whoah� Rusty muttered leaning in towards Dallas�s ribs where evidence of a big bruise had formed over night.
�Holy Jesus Christ�� Dallas uttered looking down at the giant purplish mark that lay proudly just underneath his left pec. �You got a smoke?� he asked again looking up before glancing back down at the wound �Fuck� he whispered in a chuckle. He took the cigarette that Rusty offered and leaned towards him, allowing him to light it.

�Dallas, this is my cousin, Butterfly. Butterfly, Dallas.�

Dallas looked past Rusty as he took a pull from the cigarette and his mouth fell open subtly as he stared at the most beautiful angel he�d ever seen. She stood just a few inches shorter than him, her long jet black hair framing her face with soft curls. Her eyes bore into his as she smiled and extended her small hand to him.

�Hi� she said simply. He shook her hand, not able to find his voice as he let his eyes take in the soft curves of her body. It wasn�t until he felt the swat of Rusty�s hand on his bruised ribs that he cleared his throat and smiled back.

�Hi�

�Here� Rusty said handing Dallas the cup of coffee that he held in his hand.

�Thanks� he replied taking the coffee but not taking his eyes off of Butterfly.

�Where should I put my stuff, Rus?� she asked looking back at her cousin.

�You can put it in my room. First door on the right.� He replied. She nodded and began to reach for her bag when Dallas bent and picked it up for her.

�I got it.� He said beginning to move towards Rusty�s room.

�I�m a big girl, I can do it.� She replied in her thick Brooklyn accent which sent a shiver down his torso.

�Okay� he said softly letting her take the duffle bag from his hand following her with his eyes as she moved down the hall and disappeared into Rusty�s room. �That�s your little cousin?� he asked in a whisper once she was out of ear shot.

�Don�t even think about it.� Rusty warned once more, leaning against the counter. Dallas sighed and let his eyes flicker to the clock on the microwave as he took a long drag from his cigarette.
�Fuck! Is that really the time?� he asked letting the smoke shoot out his nose in a huff.

�No, it�s a liar.� Rusty replied looking back at the clock.

�We�re late, let�s go.� He said taking a sip of his coffee and setting it down on the counter behind him. �Is she coming with us?� he asked cocking his head towards Rusty�s room.

�No.�

�Alright, let me get a shirt on and we�re outta here.� He said walking back to his room, cigarette between his lips and stealing a glance at the gorgeous girl in the other room as he passed by.
�Hey� Rusty said as Butterfly walked back into the kitchen. �We have to go take care of something. We should be back in an hour or two. You gonna be okay if you stay here and wait for us?� he asked.

�I told your friend and I�ll tell you too, I�m a big girl. I�ll be fine.� She replied smiling sweetly at him. �Where�s the TV?�

�In there� he said pointing towards the living room. �We only have six channels but��

�Better than nothin�.� She replied walking into the living room, settling herself on the couch and turning on the TV. He followed her stopping in front of the door as he waited for Dallas who jogged out of his room.

�Dude, where�s that hat I was wearing yesterday?� he asked once he�d reached the door where Rusty was waiting.

�This it?� he heard from the couch. He looked over to see her lean muscular arm holding up his favorite hat. He swallowed hard as he walked slowly towards the couch, looking down at her.
�Thanks.� he muttered, stealing a glance down her shirt and feeling a stir that traveled from the pit of his stomach down to his groin.

�We�ll be back. Come on, Fat-ass, let�s go.� Rusty said as he opened the door for emphasis. Dallas looked up and nodded as he walked out the door.

�Okay, I�ll see you in a bit� she called back not taking her eyes off of the TV.
�How old is she?� he asked as they reached Dallas�s car.

�What�d I tell you, man? Don�t even think about it.�

�What? I�m only asking because we usually bar hop. If she�s not old enough then we�ll probably have to find something else to do while she�s here, won�t we?� he asked innocently.

�She�s twenty two.� Rusty replied as he got into the car. Dallas slid into the driver�s seat next to him.

�I guess I�ll have to behave then.�

�That�s right. No starting shit with anyone. I mean it.� He said matter-of-factly determined to avoid any trouble that came their way while his baby cousin was around. It was one thing for him and Dallas to go to jail for getting into bar fights, but jail was no place for Butterfly.

�I won�t� Dallas insisted as he revved up the engine before accelerating towards Sunset Blvd. They drove to Christian�s house in a hurry to collect money for Bear, their boss. Rusty remained silent throughout the visit as Dallas leaned on Christian, pushing him to give them the money he owed Bear so they could leave. After having to sit through Christian�s conspiracy theory and little rough housing on Dallas� part, he finally gave them the money.

�Jesus fucking Christ, could you believe that guy? He has got to be the shittiest gambler on this fucking planet Earth. I hate this fucking job.� He spat as they climbed into the car again and headed towards Bear�s house. �I swear to God I�m gonna have a heart attack before I�m thirty years old.�

�That can�t be good.�

�Yeah you think? This gig is so small time. It�s so God Damn small time. I mean the little rat�s right. Bear is sitting up there on God knows how many hundreds of thousands of dollars and he�s worried about Christian�s measly twelve hundred bucks?�

�It�s the man�s business. Big or small, it�s what he does.� Rusty replied.

"Small time, Rus, small time."

"Exactly; big time, small time." Rusty replied.

�Great. Great. So where does that leave me? I mean if this guy is so big time, small time then where do I fit in? I�m big time, big time, small time. I�m on the outer layer of something that doesn�t make a difference anyway. I�m not even a piece of the puzzle� He ranted as he slowly stopped looking around before muttering �Where the hell am I going?�

�Hey do you remember that commercial where the guy sees the girl in the elevator?� Rusty asked as Dallas reversed the car so that he could make a left turn on the block he�d passed.

�What? What did you just say to me?�

�The commercial� Rusty continued �where they fall in love in the elevator-"

"What?!" Dallas spat in utter confusion.

"-and they see their whole lives flash before them��

�Dude I�m fuckin' saying something over here...� Dallas interrupted.

�So am I---� Rusty replied defensively.

�No, bro, you�re talking about elevators and fuckin� commercials and shit.� He retorted. �Jesus Christ, now what the hell was I saying?� he asked glancing at Rusty as he made another left onto Bears block.

�I don�t know, man, you were talking about having a heart attack and money and big time, small time..�

�Big time, small time.� Dallas repeated

�Right, you are collecting money for a small time bookmaker therefore making you big time, big time, small time.�

�Exactly�

�Grow the fuck up� Rusty replied.

�Excuse me?�

�You heard me. All disco ends with broken legs�you�re boring, man.�

�You know what? Fuck you, get out of my car.� Dallas replied as he parked on the curb in front of Bears house.

�No, I�m not getting out of the car-�

�Get out of the car!�

�No! Piss on that low life son of a bitch. Every time he looks at me I don�t know if he wants to fuck me or if he wants to kill me, I�m stayin� right here.� Rusty replied sternly.

�Oh so you�re a faggot now�� Dallas shot back. Rusty pointed a finger at him while still looking straight ahead.

�You�re a go-for.� He replied.
�Self righteous little asshole� Dallas muttered as he got out the car and walked towards the front door.

�Hurry up� Rusty shouted out the window. It didn�t take long for Dallas to come back out to the car.

�That guy has so much money, it�s retarded.� He said climbing into the drivers seat and racing towards their house, anxious to see Butterfly again. �Let�s go get your cousin and get piss drunk.� Rusty shot a glare at him from the corner of his eye but decided to let it go.
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