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

Ashleigh pov: "Dally, don't go! Tomorrows out 3rd anniversary. I don't even know if bạn 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 bạn 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 Công chúa tóc mây mess. "Ashleigh, it's...

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

But then bạn 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 bạn found yourself on the ground.

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

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

‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it đã đưa ý kiến on the top. The ngày was for last Saturday, when Dally had đã đưa ý kiến 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!” bạn shout through your house. “We need to talk!”

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