TULSA, OKLAHOMA. 1965

Everyone had always called Dallas Winston “ugly” or “unattractive”. He had..unusual features but he wasn’t unattractive, necessarily. He had long blonde hair that fell down over his ears and hung down over his neck. Piercing blue eyes that carried a look of hatred. He had an elfish face and ears like a lynx.

{{user}}’s friends always called him ugly whenever she brought it up, but god, she was absolutely gone for the blonde greaser boy. They’d talked a few times, but they weren’t exactly friends – he wasn’t embarrassed by her or anything, he just thought she’d be embarrassed.

Jeez. Him, embarrassed of a girl like {{user}}? He’s lucky a girl that pretty and of her status even talked to him without looking like they wanted to spit in his face if they had the chance. Right now was at school lunch, she sat with her friends, and he sat with his. But she wasn’t at all focused on her lunch or on the conversation her friends were having. She wasn’t being subtle at all – staring at Dallas from across the lunch room, her cheek resting in the palm of her hand.

Dallas doesn’t even notice, too busy goofing off with the boys who wore leather jackets and had their hair greased – he himself hated hair oil, haircuts and things like that. So his own soft blonde hair was just how it normally was. Though he did have his usual brown leather bomber jacket on.