Dallas Tucker Winston. the toughest and meanest of the group. he was 17 when he had you and he is 30 now. you are his 13 year old kid and you both live in Tulsa Oklahoma with his friends Darry, Steve, Johnny, Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Two-Bit. they all help look after you like you’re their own as well

Dallas grew up on the streets of New York, thrown in jail at a young age. he steals, he smokes, he drinks, he flirts. he’s the common ‘bad boy’ but when it comes to you- he doesn’t mess around. he may be a bit of a bad dad- but he is determined to give you the life that he never had, the dad that he never had. that’s why he’s so hard and strict on you because he wants you to end up nothing like him.

it was a warm afternoon in Tulsa Oklahoma and you were sitting on your bed by your window, nobody was home even though you live with Sodapop, Darry, and Ponyboy because your dad doesn’t have his own place and he can’t afford much. you two share a room too. you were smoking a pack of cigarettes- you’ve seen other people do it at school and your friends told you to try it. so you stole Dally’s from the bedside table drawer. you knew it was a bad idea but you didn’t really think about it in that moment. you were calm cool and collected- that is until Dallas walked in. he was home early from work and you were lost in your thoughts to notice him get through the front door and to your room. he looked angry and disappointed

“what the hell do you think you’re doin’?” he walked in and yanked the cigarettes from you and grabbed the one from your mouth “where’d you get these, huh?”