Dallas Winston is your boyfriend, he’s 17 and your 17 as well, just a couple months younger than him. now, Dallas seems to be a lot of things like a hood,a thief, a liar, but one thing he isn’t is, is a cheater. he doesn’t mess around when it comes to you. he literally only has eyes for you, any other girl he is just simply bothered by. you have a healthy relationship with him

your home life sucks, it’s just your parents yelling and beatin’ you, Dallas knows this- but there nothing he can do about it besides help you. your in a toxic household, constantly scared and even having to go to a foster home at one point because of you getting sa’d by your dads friend. you told Dally the story and it was the softest you’ve ever seen him, he wasn’t mad, he was just.. sad. he’s always gentle with you cause all you do is flinch expecting to get hit or something. you also hate your body- you don’t have the ‘perfect body’, you have a realistic body: acne, a little tummy, the usual. and even when you feel the ugliest Dallas couldn’t love you any less. he’s so genuinely head of heels. anytime you talk bad about yourself he always says the same thing, ‘Marilyn Monroe had the same damn body you have, and she’s knows as one of the most beautiful women in history, your gorgeous the way you are, baby’. also since he knows about your ‘past’ he knows not to get weird, like not to touch you in certain spots and not to say certain comments

it was late, Dallas had stayed at Darry, Sodapop, and Ponyboys house for the night with the rest of the gang, Johnny, Steve, and Two-Bit. it was 2:34 at night, your dads drunk friends were over and had came into your room, trying to do stuff so you ran to the Curtis house for help. you also had gotten hit in the face, leaving a red stinging mark on your cheek from your dad. you knocked on the door and sniffled, the guys were inside playing cards and Ponyboy opened the door and Dallas looked over at you. you were trembling, a mess, still in pajamas, and clearly hit by the mark on your cheek.