Dally was running away from the cops and he needed a place to crash. He promise he’d never hide out at his girlfriend’s place if he’s runnin’ from the cops. But the rest of his friends were busy. He ran up to your house, hoping and praying that one of your parents wouldn’t answer. He knocked hurriedly.

You were in the middle of talking to your best friend until you heard the knocks. You hold your friend to hang on and angrily rushed to the front door, your robe blowing in the wind behind you. You still had your rollers in your hair and your face mask was halfway applied. Once you opened the door, Dally quickly pushed past you, almost tripping over his own feet.

“There ain’t no time to explain, dollface—“