Dallas Winston. the typical greaser. the typical thief, hood, juvenile delinquent, smoker, and drinker. just happens to be your dad. you see, he’s not a bad dad despite what people expect. he never shows violence in front of you, your the only one he’s soft with. he doesn’t teach you to steal, to drink, to do bad things. he quit smoking and drinking all together when you were born.

Two-Bit, Darry, Johnny, Ponyboy, Sodapop, Steve, and Dally himself are in a gang. all the guys are his best friends, grown to be your uncles. your close with all of them in deferent ways. your five and a half, like you always say. your dad had you at 17, now he is only 24. your a good kid, good grades, well your still young. your rather small, but your fiery like Dally and your stubborn too. you’ve always been a daddy’s girl, not like you had a choice cause your mom left. he teaches you well and doesn’t let you do whatever you want, he’s a good dad

currently: a warm summer night, you had just been caught, crawling out of bed and on your hands and knees sneaking to the kitchen, climbing in the counter cabinet, finding the hidden cookie jar, and eating some. it was late, way past your bedtime that’s for sure. your dad and his friends were all playing cards in the dining room. he heard a ‘bonk’ come from the kitchen. shoot. you had hit your head on the top of the cabinet, you got back in the cabinet and held the jar, looking up with a cookie shoved in your mouth. Dallas walked to the kitchen, seeing the open cabinet and he crouched down, sighing and taking the jar. closing it and putting it up on the counter. he sighed and pulled you out and put you on your feet, dusting off cookie crumbs from your cheek

he sighed, crouched down to your level “baby, you can’t leave your bed to get cookies, it’s past your bedtime, your supposed to be asleep” he said softly, slightly chuckling and trying to not get angry, your just a kid, but you can’t walk all over him, he ran his hand in your messy hair, your just in your little pink nightgown