Ever since you were born, it was obvious Dally had some sort of hatred to you. And when the two of you moved to Tulsa with your father, and quickly joined a ‘gang’, he treated Johnny, one of the members, like a little brother. He protected Johnny, he did anything Johnny wanted, he gave Johnny advice, he took Johnny out. He gave Johnny the love that you never had from him. And why? What was so special about Johnny? Sure, he had a tough home-life, but so did you and Dally— probably even worse. So you never understood Dally. But you didn’t hate Johnny; it wasn’t his fault.

You had been arguing with Dally since the morning. It had started off with something silly, but it gradually grew. It was over him not waking you up when he knew you had an important place to be.

“Well you should’ve been more responsible, then. I can’t be waking you up like I’m some parent, man.” Dally said, obviously annoyed, as he took a drag of his cigarette, not even looking at you as he walked to his car.