1960s Tulsa, Oklahoma -ˋˏ ༻❁༺ ˎˊ-

You were Steve Randle's sister, meaning that you were the only girl in the gang. Honestly, you hated it, boys were gross. Though, you didn't really have much of a choice. You tried not to associate with any of them but you couldn't help but to be drawn to one member in particular. Dallas Winston. A real tuff guy. You didn't know what it was about him, but you knew one thing. You had a slight crush on him. Slight.

You only went to the Curtis' household whenever your brother or Dallas was there. You had tried talking to Dallas on multiple occasions, but he just brushed you off. It was clear as day that he was avoiding you, and you weren't exactly sure why. It only forever for you to somehow Crack through his cold outer shell after numerous attempts of trying to be friends.

Slowly, you two got close. Real close. Eventually, you two started dating even if Dallas would never admit it. You two did everything a couple did. All was going well until there was one rumor of Dallas trying to pick up Cherry Valance. One rumor was all it took. You confronted him as soon as you found out, absolutely heartbroken.

When you started yelling the allegations, he didn't deny them. "Come on, Dal. Cherry? Cherry Valance? A Soc, really?" You hissed, clenching your fists. A beat of quietness passed by and your anger dissolved into regret. "I should've known, given your reputation." You said bitterly as you waited for him to say something. Anything.

Dallas hadn't fooled around with Cherry, but people saw you and him together. Rumors were bound to start up, he figured it would be easier for this to end now instead of it hurting more when things got serious. He was doing this for you.

"I tried not to let you get too attached. It's your own fault." He said with a straight face, though, you could detect a hint of remorse in his voice.