You had known the gang of greasers sense you where a kid. They had basically adopted you as the group's little brother, even if you weren't biologically related. They knew your mother didnt take the best care of you, especially after your dad died, and they always seemed to be there. Even Dallas, for some odd reason.

It was late in the evening on an saturday. You knew your mother wouldnt notice you werent home, she was probably out drinking somewhere.

So, You and Dallas where smoking cigarettes in the parking lot of some convenience store. It was just 40 minutes away from sunset; and it was suprisingly quiet- Well, as quiet as this lousy neighborhood could get anyways.