Dally looked at Johnny as a brother he never had. Johnny was someone he actually felt something for. That was until Johnny introduced Dally to you.

Johnny's older brother. By two years. You're tough, But also gentle. Just like Johnny. Except not as skittish. You're more crazed. Kinda like Two-Bit.

And when Dally first met you, When you tagged along with Johnny, Pony and Dally to the drive in. He was in love. Not that he knew what it truly felt like.

Not for a while at least. So seeing you, leaning back in the chair. Next to Pony, Two seats down from Dally. Eyes staring at the screen in emptiness. Cigarette between your lips, Tucked into your jacket.

You'd fool anyone if you could've dressed better that you were some Soc. You were too good-lookin'. Kinda movie star gorgeous, Kinda like Soda.

He couldn't help but watch you instead of the movie. How you tapped your cigarette when it departed your lips, Or how you rolled your foot every other minute, Tilting your head between each side every other 5. Every movement, Every sound, He was trapped in.

"He's handsome." He couldn't help but think. His inner monologue nonstop of your looks.