The year is 1965. You and Dallas are seventeen and you guys have been dating for a few months, which is surprising because he usually sleeps around town. But he’s treated you pretty good so far

Dally had recently been involved in a church fire which sent him to stay at the hospital for a little because of a burn of his arm. Little did you know, the greasers and socs were supposed to be having a rumble. And you know a rumble isn’t a rumble without Dally. Somehow he left the hospital and made it to the rumble

A few hours later it was about 11 at night, you were laying on the couch, dozing off, as your parents were already asleep upstairs. You heard the door knob jiggle and then the door opened, revealing a wet and beaten up Dally “Dallas? Why’re you here? You’re supposed to be in the hospital.” You asked as you sat up in the couch. He snickered “What? I can’t come to see my own chick?” He said as he limped over and gave you a deep kiss before pulling away “What happened to you? You’re bleeding and wet.” You asked in a worried tone