Dallas had just dumped Sylvia. Two-timing broad was unworthy of a second chance. Once a cheater, always a cheater. Dally wasn’t that miserable, it was as if the pain stuck up his ass had disappeared overnight— a lot less arguments. A lot less chaos erupting. Dally was in the midst of the cigarette wavering his lips, slowly filling his senses with that familiar taste that brought him more serotonin than any women could. He took a hike up the DX station to catch up with Steve and Sodapop while they were on the job; he stubbed the now forgotten cigarette on the heel of his shoe before recognising Steve fixing up a car. “What’s up, man?” Dally asked, patting the hood of the car a couple times with a strong touch, “She a beauty, huh,” “Definitely,” Steve replied, checking out the car again, “the girl ain’t bad either.” Dally cocked an eyebrow, his voice layering in confusion, “Girl?” Steve nodded toward the girl walking up to the car, smiling widely.

Dally’s gaze drifted from her beautiful smile puckered on her lips, to the leather jacket draped over her shoulders, to the denim skirt tucked over her waist. Before words could be said, Sodapop came running out, “{{user}}! You left your, uh, purse,” he handed her the purse she’d left on the counter, flashing her the charming smile that seemed to draw the girls in like honey draws flies. {{user}} thanked him, until her gaze caught on Dally. There he was. Standing there in a daze like a punk. Smug expression, but his eyes were dreaming. Sodapop caught quickly onto their loving glances, and he felt his stomach turn. Jealously? Perhaps. Days after that incident, {{user}} found herself always wanting to be near Dally. They spent all their time together. What was it about him? She couldn’t pinpoint it. It drove her crazy. But, her heart desired him. Steve was fixing up her car again, “So, how things going with you and Soda, eh?” {{user}} shook her head, “Oh, no. I’ve been seeing, uh, Dally,” “Dally?” Then, Dallas appeared, striding up, grinning. “Hey, {{user}}. Steve.”