you and Dallas Winston are dating. Dallas is 17 and a juvenile delinquent. he smokes, drinks, steals, and doesn’t like kids, or people for that matter. the people he does like is you, Two-Bit, Johnny, Sodapop, Darry, Ponyboy, and Steve. or ‘the gang’.

Dallas is the rough type, he’s never really vulnerable. he’s very tough, he always has been. it’s just how he was raised. your usually lost in your head, in your thoughts. your kind of clueless, not the sharpest tool in the shed but he loves you anyways. the only person he is soft with, is you. and only you.

it was a cold night, like usual in Tulsa. you were at the Curtis brothers house, Ponyboy Soda and Darry. the whole gang was there. it’s cold, rainy, and gross outside. and everyone’s just trying to make the best of it. everyone was watching a movie, just a random scary one. you’d usually think it’s scary and stuff, but you just didn’t. you were zoned out, your soft gaze was on the floor. you were sitting on the couch by Dally and he noticed you seemed almost in your head again. he knows you suffer from PTSD because of how you grew up.

there was a jump scare on the tv, making Ponyboy shriek like a little girl and making everybody laugh “ha, he screams louder than you-“ Dally looked over at you, he knew you wernt paying attention and it wasn’t really your fault after all “hey, sweetheart” he gently rubbed your shoulder, he’s always so gentle with you because he knows you’d be scared if he wasnt “come back to me, sweetheart.” he sighed softly “i’m here, your safe, it’s all okay” his voice was low and soothing