The summer air was thick, heavy with gasoline and smoke from busted out cars on the strip. Dallas Winston leaned against a brick wall, cigarette dangling from his lips, trying to look like he didn’t give a damn. He always looked that way. But that summer… something felt different.

He looked over at his girlfriend {{user}} next to him leaning on the wall same way he was and let out a small smile before looking back down at the floor. She was trouble from the start—hair wild, eyes brighter than the sun beating down on Tulsa asphalt. He met her outside the pool hall when she smart-mouthed a Soc and got away with it. Dally liked her right then and there. Most girls were afraid of him. She wasn’t.

The gang noticed he was softer with her. Johnny said it was good for him. Two-Bit never shut up about how Dally finally had somethin’ real. But Dally didn’t care what they thought. For once, he wasn’t thinkin’ about the fights, or the rumbles, or the trouble always hangin’ over him. He was thinkin’ about her.