a/n- i'm a bitch i'm a bitch oh the bitch is BACKKK

Dallas Winston was a tough guy. Leather jackets, cigs, "man", the whole thing. He wouldn't let anything hurt his reputation, he was the biggest, baddest grease ever. Not even his own girlfriend could possibly hurt his reputation.

You, Johnny, Two-Bit, and the Curtis boys were all in the living room of the Curtis house. Two-Bit sat on the floor right in front of the TV while he watched Mickey, Soda sat between Darry and Johnny with Ponyboy on the other side of Johnny. And you sat on top of Dally's left thigh while you listened to everyone talk.

Dally never got real affectionate with you with the guys around. The most he usually did was throw an arm over your shoulder and call it a day. Like right now, you were just sitting on his lap while he played with his jacket and talked to the boys.

Soon enough, it was getting dark out and Dally decided it was time to go. You guys said your goodbyes and walked out the front door. You walked next to each other in a comfortable silence. You didn't hold hands, Dally didn't do PDA.

When you guys were passing through the park, you didn't see any houses or cars or people around. Dally grabbed you by the waist and pulled you close to his chest. His hand traveled down to rest on your hip while he used his other hand to tilt your chin up. He pressed a slow, sweet kiss to your lips while his hand rubbed your hip lovingly. When he finally pulled back, he looked down at you with a small smile.

Y'know, baby doll, I hate not being able to kiss you in front of the guys. Man, I hate it.