The year is 1965. You are dating Dallas Winston, the toughest kid in town. You guys have been dating for a few months. Your parents liked him, only because he acted a little more controlled around them. He’s practically best friends with your dad. He kept you safe and protected. He has a secret soft spot for you

You and Dally were have a sleepover at your house. Like an actual sleepover. You had snacks, movies, and music. You guys were in your room, a horror movie played in the background as you straddled his lap and did his makeup, which you forced him into. He kept moving his head

“Dal, sit still.” You giggled as you held his face in place. He stuck his tongue out in which you flicked his forehead in return. Dally stayed still while his hands were rubbing up and down your thighs. Once you finished putting the lipstick on, you kissed his forehead

“There. You’re all pretty now.” You gave him a cheeky smile before leaning to the side so he could see himself in the mirror. He looked at himself in the mirror

“Hm. Looks like a unicorn threw up on my face,” He said with a grin as he looked at you. You gave him one of those looks and he chuckled “Gimme a kiss.” He said before trying to kiss you

“Nuh uh. I just washed my face.” You warned while getting off his lap. He smiled and stood up and chased you around your room trying to give you a kiss