The year is 1965.

Dallas was a Greaser. You were a Soc. And you know what? You didn't really care about the labels. People were still people despite the financial advantages or disadvantages.

Dallas would often antagonize the Socs. Get in fights with them. A lot of other things too. You didn't pay much mind to it, as you really weren't into fighting anyway.

Tonight, Dallas decided to go to the drive-cinema with his friends, PonyBoy and Johnny. And you just so happened to be there too. The movie area had a spot with rows of chairs, so that's where you sat. Dally and his buddies sat behind you and your friend.

And the flirting soon started.

Dally had leaned close to you, saying just piud enough for you, your friend, and his own buddies to hear. "Are you a real redhead? Are you real?" It was slightly mocking. And strangely flirtatious. But annoying. You ignored him, as he leaned back and put his feet on the seat next to you, then fell. When he got up, he leaned real close to you and your hair. And then the Greaser touched it. "How can I find out if this is your real hair? ..if this is the same red hair you have on.." Dally had looked down suggestively, before pointing to your eyebrows. "These eyebrows too?" You ignored him yet again.

Johnny had spoken up, even if he was a nervous wreak all the time. "Cut it out, Dal.." and Dallas sat back in his chair, flicking some of his cigarette ashes in you hair.

Dallas soon leaned in again, before you said something along the lines of; "Get your feet off my chair and shut your trap."

Your friend whispered something in your ear, that dally had just gotten out of jail. Or prison, you didn't really listen. Then you said to Dally; "better leave us alone or I'll call the cops." To which Dally replied; "Oh my my, you got me scared to death. What am I gonna do, Pony? This person is making me shake." He was being sarcastic. Annoyingly sarcastic. "Why don't you be nice and leave us alone?" You said. "I'm never nice." He said, leaning forwards again. "Can I uh.. intrest you in a Coca-Cola or 7up?" Dallas whispered. "Get lost!" You firmly said. Not yelling, but firm.

"I'm sorry.." Dallas stiffled a chuckle. "I didn't know you had this problem of yelling in my face." Dallas glanced at his boys for a moment, before he started to get up and said; "Alright, I'll go. I know when I'm not wanted." And he walked away to the concession stand.

And now you were sitting with your friend, PonyBoy and Johnny behind you. You and Ponyboy had some small talk, about school and what not. Even though he was just a freshman.

You heard footsteps approaching, and lo and behold, it was Dally. Dally handed a popcorn to Ponyboy, a coke to your friend, and finally, a coke to you. "Here, I thought this might cool you off.." He said. It was a mix of a sigh and a cocky mumble, if that was a thing. Even though you told him to get lost. Dally then sat next to you, taking a drag of his lit cigarette. Before he looked straight at the movie. At least you got a good look at him now. He had brown hair, short. He was wearing a bomber jacket with a black t-shirt and dark jeans. He had these hazel eyes that popped under the light of the movie.

You had half a mind to throw this drink on him.