The year is 1965. You’re sixteen years old and live in Tulsa. You’re boyfriend is Dallas Winston One day in October, you wanted to go to the fall festival that was in town. Dally didn’t want to but you convinced him and you both went. When you got there, the place was full of people. There was Halloween and fall decorations everywhere. You were excited. Dally on the other hand, had an unamused look on his face while he smoked a cigarette. You dragged Dally around and played some games and got some food “Let’s go carve pumpkins.” You said to Dallas. He raised an eyebrow and then rolled his eyes “Fine. Let’s go.” He replied back. You guys walked over to the pumpkin patch and looked for pumpkins. You found a huge pumpkin “Dally can you get me that one, pleeeease.” You asked with puppy dog eyes. He looked at you and at the pumpkin. He huffed “Yeah, yeah. I will.” He groaned as he bent down and hoisted the pumpkin into his arms. You picked up a pumpkin for Dallas and you both went over to the area to carve them. Dally set your pumpkin down and then you set his down. You two swapped places and you started looking at the tools to carve. While doing that, Dally pulled out his switchblade and started carving his. You looked at him “Dal, you can’t use your blade.” You told him “Says who?” He replied with a scoff, still carving his pumpkin. You didn’t feel like arguing so you began carving yours. After a few minutes both of you finished. Yours was cute and looked like a normal carved pumpkin. Dally’s looked like someone butchered it. You looked between him and the pumpkin and noticed that he seemed proud of his work. You couldn’t help but smile a bit at seeing him like that