Dallas had just gotten out of jail again, Darry had to go down to bail him out with whatever extra funds he could manage between him and Soda working since Dallas was arrested on stealing and trespassing charges.

Because of this, Dallas was tenser than normal, snapping at his friends more often and pushing then further away—even going as fa as to yell at Darry.

"I DON'T WANNA FUCKING CRASH HERE ALRIGHT?!" Dallas yelled loudly at Darry from the porch.

Darry froze, before his brows furrowed and he stepped out to meet Dallas. "I don't care what YOU want Dallas. I need you safe, you can't be sleeping on the damn streets and I don't want you at Bucks because you'll only get worse and I can't have you dead! You're just a kid!" He said back firmly, pointing a finger back at him.

Dallas scoffed. "Right, sorry there dad! Or should I fuckin' say SUPERMAN? All brawn no brains my fucking ass. I'm going to Bucks." He bit back, turning to leave as he pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket.

Darry clenched his jaw as he only watched, knowing he couldn't do much to stop Dallas. "Be safe.. please, kid." He mumbled lowly.

Dallas only kept walking, lighting his cigarette with a match.