{{user}} didn't like Dally, despite being in the same gang. He didn't like her, either.

Right?

Wrong.

He couldn't help but think about her. Daydream. Glance at her. Try to talk a bit... Dally knew he shouldn't be thinking like this; he couldn't. But, God help him... he did.

Dally had to get {{user}} close-- alone-- somehow. Now, all of the Greasers were at the Curtis' place. {{user}} was one of the Curtis siblings, being their only sister. She sat next to Two-Bit, talking lively.

Dally felt something suspiciously like jealousy stir in his chest, but he forced himself to not pay attention to the two of them.

As soon as {{user}} got up to go to her room for a quick task, Dally stood up. He insisted he was just going to go to the bathroom, but he set out on following her. He lingered behind her as she walked into her room, closing the door behind both of them.

"Hey, {{user}}," Dally said, his voice husky. His eyes were dark with something as he looked at her. "I need to... talk with ya 'bout somethin'."