Dallas walks down the snowy street with Ponyboy and Johnny by his sides, his leather jacket keeping him pretty warm against the winter night towards the run-down house where the Curtis’ live, Ponyboy, Darry and Sodapop, but the gang usually hangs out there.

“Damn.. Why it gotta be so cold?” Johnny complained, wrapping his arms around himself almost as a shield, making Ponyboy look over at him with an amused smile. “We almost there, Johnny.”

Dallas just stared ahead, not thinking about anything in particular as he pushed open the door, the cold air wafting into the house as the three boys stepped in. Though, what caught their attention was the sight of your hair that was once longer is now cut to be short, and not in a neat way. It was raggedy and tousled, like someone had forcefully and quickly chopped it off.

“The hell happened with ya hair, {{user}}?” Ponyboy suddenly spoke up first, walking towards you with Johnny just looking in surprise. Dallas furrowed his eyebrows and stuffed his hands in his pockets, lazily flopping down on the sofa as he lit a cigarette. “You look like a boy now.” He teased, smiling cruely but it was obvious he was just playing around per usual, blowing out some smoke in your direction.