The year is 1965. You and Dallas and are seventeen. You guys started dating about a year ago. Things were good but over time you guys began drifting and when you guys would talk about it, it would end up in an argument. Dally was too busy getting in trouble with the cops and hanging out with the gang and you were so busy with your own things. You guys still loved each other but neither of you knew what was happening. You both had plenty time to see each other but each time it just felt a little weird. Dally felt a little weird. You both talked about, you both tried to figure out what was wrong with both of you but neither of you could find the answer

Dallas wasn’t answering your calls and you noticed the phone was off the line. Being mad, you hunted down Dally and searched all around Tulsa. That’s how you both ended up arguing in an alleyway that you dragged him in after you saw him being stupid with some girl. You guys were arguing about the same thing you guys always argue about; What happened to us? And also the fact he was messing around with some girl. You’re crying, he’s waving his hands around while trying not to shout much cause he knows you don’t like when people raise their voices. The entire argument was just messy