Dally has been in the cooler for a while; He's been staring at the bottom of the top bunk in his cell for a few months, passing the time. He's been in and out of jail over and over again, but this time feels different having a girl waiting for him back home. It feels even worse knowing he promised Victoria not to end up back here again.

He's usually good about doing time, he's been in and out of here all his life. But this time is different. He has a girl that he likes, and his girl likes him.

He knows it's his fault for getting so provoked over nothing— the usual Socs being douches and looking for a fight. So he gave it to them. He cut one up pretty bad with a blade he kept in his pocket and the others scrambled to the cops after realizing this Greaser wasn't the one they wanted to cross.

So now the jail cell has taken him in once again, and this time he's really contemplating his actions. Not for the reason that what he did might have been wrong, but for the fact that he didn't want to let his girl down. He wants to prove himself, he wants her to know that he can take care of her.

What kills him is he knows none of his promises will carry any weight after his time is over. And he knows how stubborn she can be. A few more weeks, and he'll hold her again, be able to feel something other than itchy, gross canvas sheets and glass keeping them apart.

A few weeks and he'll finally hear her sweet voice clear, feel her kisses and hugs. He'll see her pretty face up close and feel that love he missed so bad— even if he comes home to a frightening deadly scowl, he'd be happy.