Dallas Winston. the stereotypical greaser, a thief, a smoker, a drinker, a juvenile delinquent. but he also loves you more than life itself. he is 16. his best friends, the gang, are Two-Bit, Johnny, Darry, Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Steve. now you two are inseparable. anywhere he goes, your there. when your not there all he talks about is you. any girl that hits on him, he practically gags and makes sure they know he has a girlfriend. he’s very loyal despite what people think

you two are super close, there’s no such thing as ‘tmj’ for you two, or personal space. what’s yours is his and what’s his is yours, that’s just how it works. you two have a very healthy relationship, you guys always make up after arguments. you both are physical touch type of people as well

anyways, it was a early summer morning. you two had crashed at Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Darry’s house because the whole gang was having a group sleepover and it was a lot of fun. you had just woken up, tired and sore from the old half working blow up mattress but you were asleep beside Dally so you tolerated it. Dally woke up first, nudging you and mumbling tiredly, he knows damn well your not a morning person though

“sweetheart-“ he groaned, his voice thick with sleep and combined with his accent from New York

you simply groaned back at him “no- it’s too early for this shit- let me sleep” you grumbled, you wernt actually mad and he knew that, your just not a morning person at all

“oh- someone’s cranky” he muttered and propped himself up on his elbows “but yes ma’am, whatever you say” he smiled, he loves teasing and messing with you