![]() ![]() Your parents knew how much Dally meant to you, but your father was less accepting of the decision to date him than your mother. Although you had never hung out with Greaser’s, you had begun tutoring a Greaser named Ponyboy, who introduced you to Dally, and then it all snowballed from there. Your family had known for quite some time that you were different from the rest of them. Directly across from you, your parents felt the unease of your relatives at having someone of a lower class there, but no one said anything for fear of losing you. Finally, he rested his hand on your leg and continued eating, the smile gradually fading from his face, but the constant comfort of him was still there. Your parents were watching you from across the table, scrutinizing Dally’s every move. You giggled and pushed him away from you lightly, your hands resting on his chest.Ī light giggle rang through the air and you playfully slapped Dally’s arm. “I don’t look half as sexy as you do.” He backed you up against the wall, leaning down to reconnect you lips, his hands roaming downward. “You look handsome.”ĭallas smirked, put his hands on your hips, and pulled you in close to him, pecking your lips. The boots truly did not go with the rest of the outfit, but Dallas had done good dressing up. His muscles flexed under the white shirt, black dress pants were held up by a black belt, and he was wearing his usual black boots. A red blush crept onto your cheeks as you watched him move over to you. You jumped and looked behind you, finding Dallas standing there, leaning against the door frame. ![]() You put on a bracelet and hooked a necklace in the back, slipping into the tall black heels sitting in front of you, waiting to be filled. There was black lace for sleeves that made a key shape in the front and the back, and the middle sucked in your stomach. The black dress you wore cut off just below your butt and puffed out in a cupcake bottom. Now, you stood in front of your full length mirror making the finishing touches on your outfit. Of course, Dallas being Dallas, he didn’t own any clothes that were even slightly dressy, and had to go to Soda to borrow clothes. You happily invited him as your date to your sister’s wedding, and told him to dress nicely for the occasion. After a lot of yelling and screaming from your parents, crying and teasing from you, they agreed to meet him. However, their joy faded when they figured out that said boyfriend was a Greaser, and one of the most notorious Greaser’s around. ![]() When your parents heard that you had a boyfriend, they were thrilled, probably so they could have more connections in the Soc world. Also can we appreciate how handsome dallas is like damn please my body is readyĭallas Winston was the only topic that seemed to float around your house now. ![]()
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