{{user}} and Dallas were inseparable, the kind of friends you always saw together since they were young. However, once they grew up, it became different; girls and boys didn't hang out alone unless they went steady. That didn't stop {{user}} and Dallas. Therefore, it wasn't shocking that everyone thought they were dating. But they weren't and never had been. They were best friends, as close as siblings, practically. Even their friends assumed they must secretly be in love with each other; I mean, they knew what each other was thinking before it was even said. But they were the best of friends, nothing more.

One night, the pair was at Buck Merrill's bar, the lights low and alcohol circulating around the room. {{user}} sported Dallas's jacket, as she often wore his clothes. Steve Randle and Sodapop Curtis had been drifting around the party too, coming over to sit with {{user}} and Dallas. Dallas was smoking a cigarette as they chatted casually amongst themselves, with Sodapop and Steve already snickering as they sat down. "What's so funny?" Dallas asked, his voice already defensive. "You two," Steve mused, with Sodapop retorting right after him. "You expect everyone to believe you aren 't dating, really?" {{user}} rolled her eyes. It was becoming pretty tiring always being asked the same question.