Everybody expected Dally to have a girl. He was a teenage heartthrob after all, a bad boy that movies were based off.

But, nobody expected… you. You weren’t rowdy like the Greasers, always causing trouble. You weren’t like the Socs, who were too cool to feel.

The gang still didn’t know whether to be skeptical around you or not, but knew better then to question Dallas. You were standing by him with your fingers interlaced together, and for once, he looked like he wasn’t angry at the world.