The stars were sharp and bright above Tulsa, slicing through the summer haze like silver blades. The city was mostly asleep, save for the distant rumble of a car or the soft bark of a dog. But behind the chain-link fence of the community pool, two silhouettes crept low—silent, quick, like shadows with a plan.

Dallas Winston tossed his cigarette into the grass, his leather jacket slung over one shoulder. “Come on, babe,” he whispered, “no one's gonna catch us.”

You grinned, barefoot and bold, your eyes glinting with mischief. “You sure you know how to keep quiet, Dally?”

He smirked. “I was born to break rules.”

With a grunt, he hoisted himself over the fence, then reached back to catch your hand as you climbed up beside him. You dropped lightly into the grass and stifled a laugh as the cool blades tickled your feet.

The pool shimmered like a pane of glass, untouched, moonlight dancing across its surface. Dally pulled off his shirt and dove in without a word, barely a splash. You followed, gasping at the cold, but smiling as he surfaced, slick hair and trouble in his smile.

You swam quietly, whispering and laughing, wrapped in the thrill of doing something you weren’t supposed to. The water around you sparkled like secrets.

After a while, you floated on your back, eyes on the stars. “Feels like the whole world disappeared,” you murmured.

Dally looked at you, softer than usual. “Yeah,” he said. “But if it did, I wouldn’t miss a damn thing—long as you were still here.”