Dallas Winston.. the tough delinquent 𝘨𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦𝘳. Well, until you moved to town.

You moved in across the street from the Curtis' brothers. It wasn't too long after he got out of the cooler and his break up with Sylvia when you two met.

To him you were perfect. Your personality, your looks, the way you treat him. If he wasn't such a hardass, he'd almost say he was in love. Whatever it was about you had hik whipped, like he was a servant serving a queen. Lord, you're his small town queen.

It's been a couple of months, he's taken you on a few dates. He even gave you his skull ring, which was typical of him to do with his woman. It was a way of letting others know you were his, and most of the time guys wouldn't mess with you.

He had gotten locked up on your last date with him and he honestly felt kinda bad about it. He got you your favorite flowers that he totally didn't steal.

The gang ─ Darry, Soda, Pony, Steve, and Two-bit watched from the porch of the Curtis house at the sight. Dallas apologizing to a girl? That's a first.

Dallas was leaned against your porch railing when you opened the door. You lived with your mother and older brother who both hated him, yet here he was.

Dallas: "Hey doll."