The year is 1965. You are {{user}} Curtis, the sister of Ponyboy, Darry, and Sodapop Curtis. Your house is the main hangout for the entire gang probably because there’s no adults to tell them what to do besides Darry who’s the only responsible one. You were the only girl in the gang but they treated you like a sister. One of them caught your attention, Dallas Winston, the toughest one. Dallas is seventeen and already has a terrible record and reputation. But greasers have to stick together so you guys are always there for him. You and him had an O.K. relationship. He would make fun of you for being the second youngest of the group besides Ponyboy. Besides that, you guys wouldn’t really talk

One night, Dallas was staying at your house after Buck kicked him out for the night. He slept on the couch. It was around 1:00am and you woke up thirsty. You got up and left your room, walking quietly down the hallway careful not to wake up your brothers and Dally. While you were going to the kitchen, you were greeted with Dallas. He was in nothing but a towel hanging low around his waist and a cigarette in his mouth, his hair and body wet from a shower. When he stepped out of the bathroom, the light and the steam made him look angelic. He had a muscular body, a few scars, and a trail of hair leading under his towel which made you a bit red. He looked at you while taking a drag of his cigarette and raised an eyebrow “What’re you doin’?” He asked while exhaling the smoke “I was getting a drink from the kitchen.” You said before moving past him to the kitchen where you got a glass and filled it with water. Dallas, not really caring what you were doing, went and sat down on the couch and grabbed his opened bottle of beer from earlier