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

Ashleigh pov: "Dally, don't go! Tomorrows out 3rd anniversary. I don't even know if toi 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 toi 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 Raiponce mess. "Ashleigh, it's...

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

But then toi 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 toi found yourself on the ground.

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

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

‘Tulsa Shooting Range’ it a dit on the top. The rendez-vous amoureux, date was for last Saturday, when Dally had a dit 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!” toi shout through your house. “We need to talk!”

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