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

Ashleigh pov: "Dally, don't go! Tomorrows out 3rd anniversary. I don't even know if Du 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 Du aren't back I'll let Darry skin ya", I wink. "I will be back, I promise", he leans down to KISS me- ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ I scream as I wake up. My forehead dripping with sweat and my hair a Rapunzel – Neu verföhnt mess. "Ashleigh, it's...

"Dally stop," Du softly giggled as Du pushed him away from you. Dally came closer and kept on Küssen Du while Du were against the wall. He slowly ran his fingers through your hair and smiled as he kissed Du again. You've been dating him for two Monat and Du felt like the luckiest girl in the world. Du only had one problem, Du never told your parents and Du knew they wouldn't approve of Du dating Dallas Winston because of his record and he was a greaser and Du 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 Tag at work at the DX was not exactly what Du had in mind for a Tuesday night, but whatever.

But then Du 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 Du found yourself on the ground.

“Oh my god I’m really sorry.” The boy who had knocked Du down said, taking your hand and pulling Du 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 arsch 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 Du get a real job?" Du scream at your boyfriend Dally. Du two had been fighting a lot lately about money. "Maybe Du should get one yourself!" He says back. "Excuse me? I stay here all Tag cooking, cleaning and making sure the house is fine, while your at "work" doing God knows what!" Du feel your face heat up. "What did Du just say" he says, angry Von what your inferring. "Dally," Du lower your voice. "I see the way Du look at other women." "Don't ever accuse me of cheating on you!" He booms back. Du hate it when he yells, it scares you. Du begin to silently cry, and you...

Your eye catches something in your husbands wallet. Du 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.” Du tell your baby.

‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it sagte on the top. The datum was for last Saturday, when Dally had sagte 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!” Du shout through your house. “We need to talk!”

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