A/N: Requested imagine for my favorite, @ToBleedGrease! I hope you like it! And btw I tried the Bonnie and Clyde type thing, but I don't know how well it worked out, or if this is even what you meant. 😂

Imagine:
"Will you marry me, Beka?" Your boyfriend, Dallas Winston says, getting down on one knee. You stare at him, mouth agape and eyes wide. You should have known something was up when he took you to a fancy restaurant right after you found out that the two of you were broke. "I... I...," is all you find yourself saying. He looks at you funny, with sadness in his eyes, like he thinks you'll say no. Of course you won't, you've been in love with him ever since you were 16 years old, four years ago now. You just never thought he would be one to propose. He's always been the hard as nails tough guy, with his sidekick Rebekah, and you both liked it that way. "Please don't say no," You hear him mumble in the middle of the restaurant. People stare, awaiting your answer. You jump into his arms. "Of course I will, Dally," You say. He smiles confidently. "I knew you would say yes," he says, and you lightly smack his shoulder. "Sorry, princes. I love you," he says, and you find your lips on top of his. He hands go to the back of your dress. "Not here, Dally. We can do that later," you hiss, but burst out laughing. People around you clap and you feel yourself blushing. You've never liked attention much, that's why Dally was perfect for you. He is clingy, but he always wanted it to just be the two of you. He never wanted to go to big or fancy places filled with tons of people, he just wanted you. "Hey, Dal," you say after your face went back to normal color. "Where are you going to get the money to do this?" You ask him. He smiles at you, and places a hand on your cheek, which pulls you in so your lips touch again. "You let me worry about that, baby doll," he says when you're finished. "Ok..." You say, unsure. You had just made a payment on your apartment last week, Dally had gotten fired from... whatever it is that Dally does, you need food, and you're still in college, so you have virtually no money, and now you're getting married, too? Yeah, without the job thing it sounded like a pretty good life, but you didn't know how you could trust him for this. You let it go after a moment, though and just enjoyed this happy moment. "I'm so excited, already, Dally," you tell him. "So am I, princess. I've been wanting to do this for a while," he says, and you're beaming. No guy has ever made you feel quite the way he does. After you finished eating, Dally pays the bill and leaves. "We just have to make one quick stop before we go home, ok?" He asks. You nod, and he holds your hand as he drives. After a few minute drive, he parks in an unfamiliar place, and tells you he'll be out in a minute. Soon enough, he is. "What were you doing in there?" You ask him. He shrugs. "Nothing. It's not important," he says, so you don't pry. Finally you go home. "Let's go to bed, sweetie. I'm tired," he says, so you follow him into the bedroom and you both change into pajamas. He crawls under the covers, and you follow him, and lay down with his arm around you. "I can't believe we're finally getting married," You whisper. Stroking your hair, he responds, "Yeah," and you fall asleep soon after in his arms. From the moment you wake up to the minute you go to sleep for the next few months, you spend all of your time with Dally, planning the wedding. Sometimes, you go out at night and cause trouble, like the cute high school couple you used to be. Sometimes you do small pranks, like spray painting buildings, laughing stuff on fire, or just causing general trouble at the drive in, and other times you do more fun stuff, like joining rumbles, or jumping people (sometimes), and just stuff that you used to do, when you were younger. You don't wonder how you're going to pay for the wedding anymore, you found out what Dally was doing. It didn't seem important, he wasn't stealing that much money at a time, and he was just trying to make ends meet for you two. Three months later, on the day of the wedding, nothing seemed to matter other than your beautiful, knee length, white wedding dress and Dallas Tucker Winston. "You look beautiful," He whispers when he sees you. "You look pretty handsome yourself," You respond. Suddenly the doors to the church you're getting married in are burst open. Everyone looks over to see three policemen standing at the door. "Dal, what do they want?" You ask nervously. You've been waiting for this day for your entire life, and they were not going to take this from you now. "We're here for Dallas Winston," one of them says. You look at your soon-to-be-husband with wide eyes. Was this about the money? It had to be. He stands in front of you. "No, not today. Today is my wedding day and I'm getting married to the most amazing girl in the whole world. You can arrest me tomorrow, or the next day, or whatever, but please not today. Beka and I have been waiting for this forever. "Dallas, come with us. We all know that you robbed banks to pay for this wedding and it ends here," he says. There's a look in your fiancée's eyes. A mix of sadness, fear and disappointment. With tears in your eyes, you wrap your arms around him. "Please," You say, barely loud enough for them to hear. "Please don't arrest my husband. We can pay back the money and... and he won't take anymore. Just please let us get married. We'll do anything," you say, and after much more begging and pleading they let you. "Rebekah (your last name), do you take Dallas Winston to be your lawfully wedded husband?" The priest asks. There's no question. "I do." "Dallas Winston, do you take Rebekah (your last name) to be your lawfully wedded wife?" He asks. "Of course I do," he says, and before he can even utter the words, "You may kiss the bride," you're in your husband's arms, happier than you've ever been.

A/N again: Idk if you noticed, but I put a picture in the add media thing of what I pictured the dress to look like.