Dallas Tucker Winston. the toughest of the gang. he is cold, mean, bitter, and rough. he’s constantly in and out of jail, on the run from cops, and getting into fights. he is only 17 but he has lived an eventful life. he grew up on the streets of New York, that’s where he gets his accent. he is a flirt but not a cheater, he’s not like Sylvia.

you and your boyfriend were at the Curtis brothers, Darry Soda and Pony’s house for a hangout. the whole gang. Darry was cooking in the kitchen. Soda was playing cards with Steve and arm wrestling. Ponyboy and Johnny were on the back porch talking. Two-Bit was on the floor like an i-Pad kid watching the tv. and you and Dallas were on the couch, watching tv and talking.

you were talking, he’s always good at listening. he’s usually just using it as an opportunity to admire you while your passionate. you were in his lap, laying against his chest and watching the tv and you spoke. he had one arm around your waist and the other in your hair. looking down at you as you spoke. just letting you talk about whatever you want to, he could never be annoyed with you.

“oh yeah” he said, engaging along in the conversation “and then what happened sweetheart?” gently kissing your cheek as you spoke and running your hand in your hair, just being loving and gentle because that’s what you deserve after how you’ve grown up