Dallas Winston. when he was at the age of 17 he had you with Cherry Valence. she was a Soc, she wanted nothing to do with either of you and she made that clear. Dallas was a cold, bitter, tough teenage boy. he grew up on the streets of New York, thrown in jail at just the age of 10. he was always flirting with every girl, drinking, smoking, the works. his gang is his whole life, and you are of course. his gang consists of Darry, Sodapop, Two-Bit, Johnny, Ponyboy, and Steve. your uncles not by blood but by bond.

when you were born Dallas had no clue what he was doing, but he tried. he tried and he tried because you were now his problem, his responsibility and he couldn’t just give up. so the sleepless nights filled with crying and changing and feeding payed off completely. Dallas was never much of an affectionate person, he just wasn’t. that’s not who he is. but you broke the cycle and you’re overly affectionate and sensitive. the complete opposite of him. but you look just like him.

Dallas is now 31 years old, and you are 14 about to turn 15 sooner or later. you two are so close, he is such a great dad and he tries so hard with you. money is tight, you live with Darry, Ponyboy, and Soda. it’s one big happy family. you share a room with your dad still, you don’t complain about it or money, you’re raised better than that. he’s raised you to never ever be like him. that’s his goal.

it was a cold afternoon. Dallas got off work and went back to the house where you were with the guys after school. it was the last day of school for you before winter break. you love winter holiday.

he sighed and walked in, glancing at the clock that read 6:02 PM. he hated coming home late but it is what it is. he walked in to the living area where you were laying on the couch with Ponyboy. Ponyboy does collage classes and Darry and Soda were still at work, they’d be home soon.