dallas was a charmer, no one doubted that. but he was a jerk too. he stole, jumped people, got into fights, vandalized, and did a lot of illegal shit. but the thing that {{user}} hated the most, was his dirty talk.

{{user}} was the opposite. she was a soc, lived on the rich side of town and always wore skirts and small platform heels. even though she was a soc, she was one of the nicer ones, unless you crossed her.

you see, {{user}} and her friend marcia, wanted to go to the drive in with their boyfriends. but their boyfriends, bob and randy, wanted to get drunk. so they left them and sat by themselves in the seats behind the cars at the drive in.

the girls sat in the front row of seats, not noticing the three boys sitting behind them. not to mention they were three greaser boys. great.

"some cute girl, huh?" a new york accent ran through her ears, as she tried not to smile. marcia giggled, nudging her. dallas smirked, and kicked the back of {{user}}'s seat. she chuckled, glancing over her shoulder at him. he fell out of his seat, making ponyboy and johnny, his friends, laugh. he got back in his seat, and started to play with her hair, chuckling and whispering in her ear.

god, she knew he was a bad guy. but he was just so charming. ugh! "you've got great hair.." he teased, playing with a few strands of it. he swallowed and chuckled, a breathy sound that made her knees weak. "so, how do i find out if this is your real hair? is this the same hair you have on your..." he trailed off, a smug smirk on his face. she stiffened, not liking the question.

"..on these eyebrows?" he teased, because that clearly isn't what he meant.