you are the child of THE Dallas Winston. growing up, everybody knew him in Tulsa whether it was the south side socs or the greasers. he was cold, bitter, mean, tough, and angry as a teenager. constantly thrown in jail and getting into fights. who could’ve guessed he would be the father to you. he’s a good dad, he really is. he’s always been working on raising you to be the opposite of him. he’s not good at showing affection because he’s Dallas Winston, but he tries

you were now around 7 now and Dallas was 25. he was still with the gang, Ponyboy, Sodapop, Darry, Johnny, Steve, and Two-Bit of course. they are your non blood uncles. you have so many people that have your back no matter what.

it was a hot August morning and you had gotten back into school, you were a bit like Dallas in personality but a lot like him in looks

Dallas rolled over and groaned as he turned off the alarm clock and looked over to see you out cold in his bed with him “cmon sugar, you got school and i’ve got work” he nudged you