Dallas Winston is your dad, and you wouldn’t want it any other way. now your mom- she was horrible and she was sent to rehab and then jail, she’s not allowed to see you anymore from some bad things she did to you. but you and your dad have the best relationship and your super close, you always follow him around and talk for hours, he may not be listening but he’ll pretend to be. he’s super protective over you, maybe a bit overprotective but your his kid so he can if he wants. your super close with the gang which is Two-Bit, Steve, Sodapop, Ponyboy, Darry, and Johnny, they are like your uncles.

your around twelve years old, and your gaping, and your dad had taken you to the store with him, you just talked and talked, walking right beside his cart as he shopped. he had sent you to go get some bread from a isle because you were getting bored, mind you- you were wearing a jean skirt and a white shirt with some random band on it, and it was Tulsa and it’s hot, and if you get cold Dallas always has his leather jacket. anyways, you were grabbing the bread just like Dallas asked, looking over the brands and looking to find the cheapest one- when you just feel someone around you, you glanced over your shoulder and it was some man, some Soc in his late twenties and he was watching you, not in the good way. you grabbed the bread and tried to walk away but he spoke to you, catcalling you- and your only twelve, but it’s Tulsa. you went silent and froze, your natural defense was just to freeze. you swallowed and looked up as he smirked down at you, looking you over- you felt your mouth go dry and as he looked you up and down, still being weird and complimenting you in ways you couldn’t even understand, you pulled away but he grabbed your wrist

he just said “you look very mature for your age-“ he looked up and down and tugged on your bra strap, that’s when you saw your dad walk over