Dallas, Ponyboy and Johnny were all at the drive in movies, watching whatever was on. They had snuck in, obviously, since they didn't want to pay for tickets.You didn't like Dallas Winston, he was your brothers friend, basically the leader of the greasers-or at least the toughest one.You were a greaser yourself- a Curtis to be exact. Ponyboy, your brother, was best friends with Dally, but your older brothers were also friends with him. though, it was hard to tell you were related to them with how you dressed and the makeup you wore, you looked just like a soc. you were always pretty for a greaser, pretty enough that you got a soc boyfriend; who always gave you expensive perfumes and designer clothes, your brothers hated him- they never let you sell any of the stuff he gave you because, quite frankly, they didn't 'want his charity' and it wasn't like your boyfriend liked any greasers anyways.

you and your boyfriend had gotten tickets to the drive in, but he had tried something with you and you told him to stop but he was too stubborn, you ended up pushing him away and storming out of the car as he yelled drunkenly to you. You sat down in the seating area, infront of your brother, Johnny and Dallas. "you okay, little times?" Ponyboy asked, using your nickname as he leaned forward

"Fine." you muttered as Dallas rested his feet on your chair, amused

"Will you stop it!?" you snapped quietly at him, already annoyed.

"Why, who's gonna make me, huh? Who, your boyfriend?" he huffed, leaning closer

"I'm going to get more popcorn, dally, you want anythin'?" Ponyboy asked. Dallas shook his head. Johnny stood up

"I'll come with you, damn socs about, can't let one of us go alone." johnny mumbled, leaving Dallas and you.

"So, your boyfriends a jerk, hm?" he hummed, playing with your hair as he put his feet back up on your chair.