"Meet me in the park at 9," was the note left on your dresser with a rose, te had no clue who it was. te got ready and got there an extra five minuti and saw someone sitting on the bench in a black letter giacca and as te got closer te saw it was Dally, he's been your crush forever but te were always too scared to say anything and te know he had the reputation of cheating and flirting with other girls while he was in a relationship. "Um hi Dally, were te the one who wrote the note?" "Hey Bonnie, yeah I wrote that note, I wanted to tell te something," Dally motioned te towards him...

Ashleigh pov: "Dally, don't go! Tomorrows out 3rd anniversary. I don't even know if te will come back! What if?! What if the fuzz catch ya?! What will I do?!", I yell at him begging him to stay. "Ashleigh. I would if I could, I told them if be getting them soon, and I'm keepin' my word. Ya hear? I'll be back, ain't no fuzz gone catch me!", he smiles down at me. "Fine. But if te aren't back I'll let Darry skin ya", I wink. "I will be back, I promise", he leans down to baciare me- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I scream as I wake up. My forehead dripping with sweat and my hair a Rapunzel - L'intreccio della torre mess. "Ashleigh, it's...

"Dally stop," te softly giggled as te pushed him away from you. Dally came closer and kept on baciare te while te were against the wall. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair and smiled as he kissed te again. You've been dating him for two mese and te felt like the luckiest girl in the world. te only had one problem, te never told your parents and te knew they wouldn't approve of te dating Dallas Winston because of his record and he was a greaser and te were a soc. "Hey, Erin, when am I gonna meet your parents?" "Umm, well they don't know we're dating," "Wait what?" "Well...

Ugh. Trudging through the snow and cold home from a long giorno at work at the DX was not exactly what te had in mind for a Tuesday night, but whatever.

But then te stopped. The streetlights shone on the snow just right, making it glow and sparkle. It was pretty. The sky was so black, filled with stars. It was a good night.

And all of a sudden te found yourself on the ground.

“Oh my god I’m really sorry.” The boy who had knocked te down said, taking your hand and pulling te up. He looked familiar. He was Soda and Steve’s friend… The witty troublemaker. He was really cute.

“It’s...

Dally’s Point of View

She walked by. Damn that girl was fine. She was wearing skinny jeans and a leather jacket. Her (your hair color) was down, blowing in the breeze. A weed dangled from her mouth. This was my kind of girl.

“Hey,” I call behind me. “That culo is looking fine in those jeans.” I smirked.

“Dally!” Ponyboy said.

She stopped walking, turned around to face us.

“Not as good as it look without any jeans on.” She smirks.

Damn. She was good.

I walk towards her.

“I think I’d have to be the judge of that.”

“Well might not happen…I usually go on dates first. Like normal...

"Why don't te get a real job?" te scream at your boyfriend Dally. te two had been fighting a lot lately about money. "Maybe te should get one yourself!" He says back. "Excuse me? I stay here all giorno cooking, cleaning and making sure the house is fine, while your at "work" doing God knows what!" te feel your face heat up. "What did te just say" he says, angry da what your inferring. "Dally," te lower your voice. "I see the way te look at other women." "Don't ever accuse me of cheating on you!" He booms back. te hate it when he yells, it scares you. te begin to silently cry, and you...

Your eye catches something in your husbands wallet. te were looking for a twenty to borrow for the grocery.

You pull out the receipt, baby kicking in your belly.

“Hey, baby number five, I’m trying to concentrate.” te tell your baby.

‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it detto on the top. The data was for last Saturday, when Dally had detto he was taking the boys out to play some football.

He took Johnny and Matt out shooting.

You knew Johnny would be fine, but Matt was only three.

“Dallas Winston!” te shout through your house. “We need to talk!”

He walks into the kitchen. “What’s up babe?”...