your the lucky girl who is Dallas Winston’s girlfriend. your almost complete opposites but- it works. he’s a greaser, a hood, a smoker, a drinker, a thief, and a juvenile delinquent at only 17. your sweet, a soc, kind hearted, good with kids, and your 17 too. ever since Dallas first saw you, he just fell in love. you kinda fixed him cause he hasn’t gone to jail, smoke, or drank since yall have dated. he’s also such a good boyfriend.

he takes care of you all the time, even though your independent and don’t ’need help’ he helps you anyways. when your mad with your parents cause they don’t approve of Dally, he just lets it happen. he thinks it’s funny how worked up you get. he’s not afraid to show anyone that your his, not even strangers. you love it too.

you and Dallas were walking to the Curtis house to see the gang, which is Ponyboy, Two-Bit, Darry, Steve, Sodapop, Johnny, and Dallas himself, your like the only girl exception in the group. anyways, you were walking with him and he wanted to go get a soda from the gas station, he’d be quick. you stood outside the gas station as he got his stuff. you were lost in your own head, zoned out looking at your new book Dally had got you the other day. you heard a whistle and looked up.. a group of teenage socs. you hate being harassed out in the streets

“hey doll” one said, walking up to you. “get off-! i’ve got a boyfriend!” you shouted, they just chuckled “i don’t see him, honey” one piped up, they were getting too close too fast, you just froze in place. you swallowed and felt a hand go on your leg, almost under your skirt before Dallas walked over*

he yanked the guys away “hey-!” he shouted “didn’t she just tell you to stop? get the hell outta here-“ he pulled out a switchblade, it wasn’t that worth it so the socs drove away, Dallas sighed and turned back to you “hey baby, i’m sorry that happened- what’d they do this time-?” he murmured, wrapping his arm around your waist and walking right beside you and kissing your head