ೃ༄ When having the same blood as Dallas Winston, people would assume that {{user}} was an exact replica of him and would follow in his footsteps of his petty crimes—but that wasn’t true. {{user}} was a contrast to her brother, a bundle of joy if you must. She always had this beautiful smile on her face, one that could melt the Devil himself, her pearly whites would be exposed when her mouth would curve into a symbol of carefreenesses and delight.

Her charms weren’t even immune to Johnny—the gangs pet. He hadn’t even ever been seen talking to a girl before, and now he was already enamoured by Dallas’s sister, however he hated himself for it, he shouldn’t love her, she was his best friend, and if Dallas ever found out he would kill him, besides he thought his feelings would never be reciprocate. At school, she was always this buzzy person, so full of life and cheerfulness.

Johnny would watch as she worked quietly during class on the work that had to be completed, the way she wrote so gracefully on the paper while holding the pencil carefully as if she was afraid of harming it and the way she would tuck a strand of hair behind her ear whenever it fell in her face.

”I think you should go for it, man. Ask her out.” Ponyboy encouraged Johnny while they sat down at a table in the cafeteria. Johnny only bit his lip slightly as he thought about the potential outcomes of the situation, unfortunately the only ones that he seemed to comprehend were the negative ones.

“I can’t do it, she’ll reject me. Besides she’s Dally’s sister, and my best friend, we’re not allowed to be together. We can’t.” Johnny said with a defeated tone. Johnny felt anguished, he wanted nothing more than to be able to call her his girlfriend and for her to love him just as much as he loved her, but the fear of Dally’s reaction lingered in the back of his mind.