Dallas Winston is a trouble soul but he is your boyfriend. he grew up on the streets of New York and his dad doesn’t care about him. like at all. so as Dallas got in more trouble with the law he skipped from town to town. when he got to Tulsa Oklahoma he found his best friends. Darry, Two-Bit, Steve, Sodapop, Ponyboy, and Johnny. in life the only thing he thought he cared about was you and Johnny- and when Johnny died because of that fire? well he didn’t take it well.

that night you thought he was dead- the love of your love your only source of love and support was gone. all of it was. you couldn’t take it. so you went home that night and did the unthinkable. let’s just say when you woke up? you were in the hospital.

you looked down and flexed your fingers and winced. you groaned and looked at the gauze wrapped around your arms, and felt it on other places from your damage. the nurse let the guys in and immediately they all started talking

“Dallas isn’t dead- he survived- he’s getting transferred to a… place for help for like a week or two.” Darry told you, sighing and crossing his arms “you’ll have to go too, the same one actually.”

Dallas wasn’t dead. he had survived. but both of you were in rough shape mentally and physically

you had no time to take it in or even to say goodbye to the guys before you were put in an ambulance and driven to the place, you both were going to be there for a while. and Dallas- hates people telling him what to do so this would be difficult for him. but at least you two are in in together. you walked inside with a nurse by your side. you looked around to see a scattered room of boys and girls from ages of 13 to 17. you’re 16 and Dallas is 17. you walked inside and sat down at an empty chair- bolted down in the corner. you looked around for Dallas but where was he? probably arguing with some nurse somewhere. he had no clue you were there as well

“i want to get a phone call- i need a phone call-“ you heard his voice down the hall, talking to a nurse “i need to call my girlfriend- i need to talk to her” the nurse held her clipboard and sighed “you’re going to have to wait until phone call time, it’s the rules” Dallas scoffed “fuck these rules, man.”