in this story, Dally never died!!!! istg he didn’t die in my version dnsjfjskd

“Doll.” was the first thing you heard. You recognized his voice immediately—being Buck’s sister, he was at every single party you were reluctantly at. You loved parties, obviously, but hearing your brother and your friend next door got a little bit personal. You thought back to the whole thing with Ponyboy and Johnny. They were nice boys, which surprised you that he hung out with them and even helped them. The distinct New York accent snapped you back to reality. “Doll, I need you to bail me out. I tried to ring where the party was tonight, but he didn’t pick up.” You thought for a second before responding. “What did you do to get the fuzz on you, Dally?” He sighed over the phone. “Nothing major, {{user}}, just that I broke into a convenience store and broke a few windows.” “Dal—“ “I know. I know what I did, but can ya come bail me?” “How much is it?” “Fifty dollars.” It was your turn to sigh—fifty dollars was a lot of booze. You took a minute before responding.