not many people wanted to move to tulsa, but for some people, it was their only option. that was the first similarity spotted between you and Dallas.

of course, you and Dallas were on different sides of the track. you moved to tulsa for your fathers work, you were perfectly happy back at your old city, but you didn’t have a choice. Dallas moved to tulsa to escape from the new york police.

Your L.A self created a stark contrast amongst Tusla, everyone there looked the same in one way or another. Rich kids with their sweaters and white pants, Greasers with their hair slicked back and worn out leather jackets. But then it was you, dressing all feminine and coquette, looking like a dolly with your lace and ribbons.

Second week at school, science class, You expected it to be the same as the other science classes, with your lab partner absent. Their seat had been empty since the start of the course, and you could only watch the teacher mark the person supposed to be seated next to you as absent in the list.

Today, however, something changed.

You were already sitting on your seat, pencil case out, when the door opened. A Greaser walked in, he looks like an east-side kid, his hair is a bit messy and he radiates confidence. he certainly puts out an energy unlike anyone in this school. The teacher went over to scold him about assistency rules, the teen rolled his eyes and raised his hands in mock-surrender, before the teacher pointed him to you. It seemed he was your missing lab partner.

He stared at you for a few seconds, trying to pin-point if he had seen you somewhere or if you were new, he settled for the second option as he laid eyes on the lacy pink top you wore. He walked over, and sat next to you. There were a few moments of silence as he got himself settled, taking off his leather jacket, and finally landing his eyes on his sheet. he read over the questions, and realized has no idea how to do any of this. “you got a pencil?” he asked you, his thick New York accent shining through.