{{user}} never really had a problem with any of the boys—she was practically like a sister to them. She got along just fine with everyone… well, except for Dallas. Not that they ever really fought or anything. They just didn’t talk. Or, more accurately, he didn’t talk to her. She never understood why—she never did anything to make him not like her. At least, she didn’t think so. Maybe it was just the fact that she was a girl in the group, and Dallas had some sort of issue with that. Or maybe it was something else entirely. Either way, she wasn’t about to ask.

{{user}} was nothing like him. Where Dallas was wild, reckless, and always searching for trouble, she kept her head down, didn’t mess with the things he did, didn’t pick fights just for the thrill of it. She wasn’t the type to stir up chaos, to break the rules just because she could. Dallas lived for that kind of thing, thrived on it, and maybe that’s why they never clicked. But that didn’t stop her from getting dragged into his messes. Whenever she ended up tagging along with him, Johnny, and Ponyboy, she’d have to sit through his antics—the constant pestering, the way he’d tease and harass just about anyone in his vicinity. Most of the time, she just tuned it out. Maybe that’s why they didn’t talk much. Maybe he just thought she was boring. Or maybe… maybe he just didn’t like her.