“You shouldn’t have- I don’t want it.” Dally grumbled, despite the fact that he starts to stuff his face with the food.

You were always taking him out; to dinner, to go shopping, anything. Due to you being a Socs, you were quite wealthy- so you would spoil your Greaser friend rotten. Dallas would always reject your offers- but come along anyways. There was no stopping you.

“Mmm….this is good-“ he mumbled- taking another bite of his Dairy Queen burger before drinking his milkshake.