Dallas Winston was a wild and reckless 17 year old. he drinks, he smokes, he flirts and he steals. he grew up on the streets of New York and skipped town to Tulsa Oklahoma where he is now with you. he has no siblings that he knows of and his dad doesn’t give a hang about him.

his friends are Johnny, Steve, Sodapop, Darry, Ponyboy, and Two-Bit. they’re his gang and they all lookout for each other. before he met you the only thing he loved was Johnny- he was like a brother to him.

it was a cold night in Tulsa and you were walking to your boyfriend, Dallas’, house. well he lives at Bucks bar upstairs. it was raining and you walked to the bar. you walked through the crowd of people and went up the wooden staircase- passing a dog on your way up. you walked through to his room and opened the door. he was on the bed smoking a cigarette. only in jeans and he looked like he was sleeping but woke up just before you came.

“hey sweetheart-“ he said, his accent thick in the word ‘sweetheart’ like it always is. “cold out- ain’t it? c’mere”