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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 Seven

The two men worked together to clear off the table as Butterfly did the dishes, glancing back at the microwave to check the time. She figured she�d go out job hunting, thinking it wouldn�t be hard to find one since she was a licensed bartender and had years of experience. She thought about asking Rusty to come along since she had no idea where to even begin looking.

�Hey Rus� she called over her shoulder. He came to stand next to her.

�What�s up?�
�I wanna try to find a job, you wanna come with me?� she asked smiling, drying her hands with a towel that was draped over the front of the sink. �I�m a bartender so�any bars you know that might be looking for someone?�
�We can ask around� he suggested shrugging.

�But you know, you don�t have to work. We make plenty for rent money.� Dallas chimed in, coming up behind Rusty.

�Yeah� Rusty agreed still looking at Butterfly.

�And what? You gonna give me an allowance every week?� she asked sarcastically. �I wanna work. It gets me out of the house. What would do around here, alone all day?�

�You could play housewife and clean up a bit around here. This place is a pig sty� Dallas joked with a chuckle, nudging Rusty, who smiled and jokingly nodded his head, playing along.

�There you go.�

�Fuck you both� She replied as she snapped the towel still in her hand at them, smiling at their humor. They brought their hands up defensively and laughed harder.

�Come on, we�ll check out some places on Santa Monica.� He said, walking towards the door.

�You comin�?� she asked Dallas as she put the towel back on the counter next to the sink. He ran his hand over his shaved head once and shook his head.

�Nah, I�m gonna wait here, in case Bear calls. Here though� he said reaching into his pocket, fishing out his keys and handing them to her. �Take my car. You can drive around the block.� He said with a wink. She gave him a mock full smirk and took the keys, following Rusty out the door.
�Ha ha. Who�s Bear, your sugar daddy?� she replied over her shoulder before she closed the door behind her. He smiled to himself and went to sit on the couch, turning the TV on and lighting up a cigarette.

�Turn here.� He instructed, pointing ahead and to the right �And park next to sidewalk. We�ll walk down the street and come back for the car later.� She nodded and obeyed, putting the car in park and turning off the ignition. They got out of the car and walked along the side walk coming to the first bar on the corner. �Want me to wait out here?� he asked.

�Yeah, I�ll be right out� she replied walking inside. He nodded and took out a cigarette from the pack in his pocket, lighting it as he leaned against the wall next to the door. Moments later she came back out and he offered her the cigarette he�d been smoking. She took it thankfully and walked with him further down the sidewalk.

�So?� he asked.

�Maybe. He had me fill out an application just in case he needs the extra help but he says he�s got plenty of bartenders for now.� She said after taking a drag from the cigarette. Rusty nodded.

�So the guy from last night�� he began, walking next to her �What was that? I mean in your last letter, you were in love, had a boyfriend, thinking about getting married��

�Yeah�� she sighed, taking another drag and avoiding his eyes.

�What happened with�what�s his name? Matt?� he asked

�Mark.� She corrected and shrugged her shoulders �Apparently I was the only one of us in a �committed relationship�.� She replied simply. He stopped walking, looking at her, his protective nature rising above all else. She noticed he�d stopped and looked back at him, recognizing the look instantly. �Don�t be such an older cousin.� She said linking her arm through his. �Come on� she urged. �It doesn�t matter. It�s over. I�m here. He�s fucking himself as we speak.� He chuckled a little and began walking next to her again.

�He�s an idiot.� He stated, looking over to her, seriousness in his tone and in his eyes. She smiled, keeping her gaze in front of them.

�Thanks, Rus� she replied leaning her head on his shoulder before noticing another bar and handing him the cigarette. �Be right out�

�Okay� he said taking the cigarette, taking one last drag before flicking it onto the street. As before, she came out moments later with a smile. �Good news?� he asked.

�They want me to come in tomorrow for an interview with the GM. It�s only part time, though.� She replied already beginning to walk back to car. He followed her, smiling and he draped his arm around her shoulder.

�That was a fast trip.� He commented as they neared the car.

�Yeah, right? I was ready to spend most of the day lookin�� she replied.

�Well people drink a lot in L.A.� She laughed and slid into Dallas� car, popping the keys into the ignition and allowing the car to roar to life. �Do you know what movie we�re seeing tonight?� He asked cutting his eyes to her.

�Oh shit, I�m almost forgot about that.� She replied as she eased the car onto the street. �I don�t know. I don�t even know what time we�re going. I�ll call Aunt Mair when we get to the house.�

�Alright.� He said, looking out the window as she made the left onto the road that led to Sunset Blvd.

When they walked in, Dallas was on the couch watching a Girls Gone Wild commercial and smoking a cigarette.

�God damn, that didn�t take long did it?� he said when they walked through the door.
�Did your pimp call sweet heart?� she teased moving towards the phone on the wall next to the couch.

�No but yours did.� He replied casually, taking a drag of his cigarette as Rusty laughed and sat down next to him.

�Probably to tell you to stop trickin� on his streets since you loose him money every time you do.� she spat back.

�Oh shit� Rusty muttered in chuckle. Dallas smiled and shook his head, his eyes still on the TV.

The phone rang three times before Mary answered the phone, a little out of breath.

�Hello?�

�Hey Aunt Mair, you okay?� she asked, a knowing smile creeping onto her face. Dallas� smile widened as he looked over at Rusty and chuckled silently at the sound of Butterfly using the nick name that he had for Rusty�s mom.

�Yeah� Mary breathed. �How�s it going at Rusty�s?� she asked trying to change the subject.

�Oh it�s good. I got a job interview tomorrow; we just wanted to know what time the movie is tonight.� Butterfly replied.

�Oh�how about we swing by and pick you three up at about five thirty. How does that sound?�

�Perfect. We�ll be ready.� She replied running her fingers through her hair.

�Alright, bye.� Mary said hanging up the phone. Butterfly let out a loud �Ha!� as she threw her head back.

�She was gettin ass.� She announced walking over to sit on the other side of Dallas.

�Whoah!� Rusty exclaimed covering his ears while Dallas laughed uncontrollably. �What time are we going?� he asked after a moment.

�Five thirty, they�ll be here.� She replied. He looked at his watch.

�Where you guys going?� Dallas asked casually throwing his arm around the back of the couch behind her.

�To the movies, you�re invited.� Rusty replied.
�Aw, that�s sweet of you, Rusty.� He teased, running his hand over Rusty�s head. Rusty jerked away and playfully punched Dallas in the shoulder. They sat watching two episodes of Jerry Springer and then Maury.

�I fuckin knew it.� she mumbled when Maury announced that �Clarence was not the father�. He glanced at her and chuckled. She leaned forward, turning her head to Rusty.

�Hey what time you got?� she asked. He glanced at the watch on his wrist.

�Four thirty eight.� He replied looking back to the TV.

�I�m gonna take a shower.� She announced and Dallas shifted subtly.

�Alright� Rusty replied eyes still glued to the screen in front of them. He heard the bad tub rumble as the water was turned on and he swallowed hard, trying to concentrate on the show and the fact that Rusty was sitting only a couple of feet away from him.

She took off her clothes and stepped into the shower, jumping a little as the hot water hit her body. Stepping into the spray of the shower, she let the water run over her face and cascade down her smooth body. Turning and tilting her head back she soaked her hair before reaching for the shampoo that was on the window sill. She poured some into her palm and began to massage it into her thick locks, closing her eyes instinctively to avoid �the ole shampoo in the eyes� as her mother used to say. She smiled a little at the memory of her mother and then frowned as she remembered the day she�d died. She recalled waking up that morning and checking on her ailing mother only to find her cold and breathless. Rinsing the shampoo out of her hair, she conditioned it and left the creamy substance in her hair as she soaped up her body, washing herself thoroughly before stepping into the water and rinsing off the soap and conditioner at the same time. She stayed in the water for a few seconds longer, staring at nothing in particular, her mind wandering to Dallas, and what had happened between them at breakfast, pondering as to why she�d since made it her goal to have him. Was it pride? Or was it something else? She shook off the question and turned to turn the water off, ringing her hair out before pulling the curtain back.

�Shit� she muttered looking around, failing to find a towel other than the one hanging on the rack, appearing to have some sort of white stain on it. �That�s fuckin gross� she whispered to herself before cracking the door open. �Hey guys, can one of yous get me towel?� she called out.

��Yous�� Dallas repeated in amusement. Rusty chuckled.

�There isn�t one in there on the rack?� he asked. Dallas� eyes widened slightly, remembering what he�d used that very towel for earlier that morning and silently prayed that wasn�t too prominent.

�Yeah but it�s�dirty��she replied. Rusty sighed.

�Okay hold on.� He said standing and walking down the hall, to the small closet next to the bathroom. He looked on every shelf before looking at Butterfly. �How dirty is it?� he asked gently.

�Why can�t I just have another one?� she asked.

�That�s the thing. We don�t have another one.� He replied apologetically.

�Ugh, fine.� She retorted closing the door once more and looking at the towel nervously. She took a breath and decided; it wouldn�t be a big deal if she just used the other side; she pulled it from the rack and towel dried her hair before wrapping it around her body and stepping out of the bathroom, walking across the hall to Rusty�s room. She came out a few minutes later in a pair of faded jeans, which were ripped at the knees with small rips in other areas and a small fitted white wife beater that read �I�m up here� across the bust with an arrow above the words that pointed up to her face. She ran her fingers through her still slightly wet hair. �I put the towel in your hamper, Rus.� She said taking her place on the couch next to Dallas who muffled a chuckle.

�Okay.� He replied, glancing at his watch again. As if on cue, they heard a horn honk twice from outside and Rusty stood to look out the window. �Come on, B, mom and Bob are here� he said walking towards the door.

�Alright, hold on.� She replied jogging back into Rusty�s room.

�You comin� Fatty?� he asked the man on the couch.

�No, I�m gonna head over to O�Maley�s in a bit�
�Just remember-�

��What I said� yes, yes, I�ll remember� Dallas said finishing the sentence for him. �I got it.� Butterfly came out seconds later in a pair of flip flops and walked to where Rusty stood, following him out the door.

�Dallas aint comin�?� she asked slightly disappointed.

�No, he�s got something to do� Rusty replied as they made their way to his Bob�s car.

�Hey Butch� Mary greeted with a smile.

�Hi, Ma� He replied kissing her cheek through the window. �Hey Bob� he said waving to the man in the driver�s seat.

�Hi Rusty and this must be the infamous Butterfly� he replied smiling towards the young lady behind Rusty.

�Yeah� Rusty confirmed moving aside.

�Butterfly, this is Bob.� Mary said, smiling at her niece.

�Hiya� She replied getting into the car after Rusty, smiling at Bob and her Aunt. �So what are we watchin�?� she asked once they�d pulled onto the street.

�Prime� Mary answered looking back at them. �With Meryl Streep. Where�s Dallas?� she asked, thinking he was joining them.

�He couldn�t make it� Rusty replied simply.

�Oh, that�s too bad.� Mary said, only half sincere, silently thanking God that it would just be the four of them.
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