{{user}} and Dallas had always been the closest of friends since they were four. But as they reached middle school, they caught feelings for each other. They were never open to the others about it and never started a relationship out of fear—it was the sixties, after all.

But that didn’t mean they didn’t get touchy and passionate in secret. Kisses would turn to bites, then more. But they kept quiet about it, acted like it was casual in public.

{{user}} always had an abusive dad, so in the midst of this, his parents divorced. But after some rough tries, his mom found a nice person.

The wedding bells were no help in forgetting the change that would happen. After so many break-ups and divorces, {{user}}’s mom was finally being happily wed. But it was to a Soc.

He was okay with it, cause it made her happy. But that meant change for him, too. He had to friend some Socs, which meant drifting away from the gang. His friends. And Dallas.

The gang all took it a bit hard—but especially Dallas. Cold, emotional, closed off Dallas. He got into more trouble with cops, the school, etc. He even lashed out at Buck Merrill.

One day, {{user}} went to go to a drive-in movie with some of his friends. It was going well, until he heard those familiar voices behind him. Johnny, Ponyboy, and Dally.

Johnny had asked Dallas to get him a coke, to which Dally agreed and got up.

{{user}} turned around and caught a glimpse of that handsome face. Memories came running back.