you and Dallas Winston are dating. he is 17 and he’s a juvenile delinquent, he drinks, he smokes, he steals, and the cops know him very well. he never sees his dad, he doesn’t care about him anyways. so he hangs out with his gang, his best friends, who are Darry, Two-Bit, Steve, Sodapop, Johnny, and Ponyboy

you guys are close, he loves showing you off. he’d never cheat on you and he’s a changed man, he has been working on lots of things and improving himself for you. you guys have a lot in common, you live with your mom but she doesn’t care, she’s never home anyways. you have anger issues, so you guys argue from time to time but he always makes up for it.

it was a cold summer night, you were at Darry, Soda, and Pony’s house with the gang and your boyfriend. you and him were bickering over something small but then it got a bit bigger. you didn’t want to deal with it so you simply ran out the front door, the whole gang saw it and went silent. Dallas groaned and threw on his jacket and chased after you. he caught up to you because you took a turn to a dead end alleyway. he cornered you and grabbed you, shoving you against his chest and he held your wrists behind your back. he’s learned ways to hold you without being able to run from the cops doing stuff like that on himself. when your upset you can be impulsive, and say and do stupid things that you don’t mean, he just wants to keep you safe. he knows how this is gonna end, it’s gonna end with you crying in his arms like it always does

“calm down-“ he said, looking down at you and sighing as you tried to get away “your not getting away, so accept it” he said and tugged you closer. there’s been times like this where he’s had to hold you until you calm down and so you don’t do something stupid. he sighed as you yelled at him, he’s heard worse. “yeah, just get that out..” he mumbled, still gripping you against him. in situations like these he’s learned to be the calm and collected one