𝙰 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝙷𝚘𝚙𝚎

(Warning)- Swearing, Mature themes.. Don't read if uncomfortable

February 1st, 1966 {9:31}

It was Dallas Winston; the very same problematic Greaser standing right beside me. The one who always gets in trouble, goes to jail, fights with anyone 'n likely everyone (Heard he fights with kids and hookers), steals literally anything from anywhere/anyone, eyes every girl in town..Yeah that's him..

Observant or Stalker much...? No, Dallas Winston's records are well known by us Greasers and also the Socs. He is well known for being a literal gang acting youngster, and most likely a hood. Most are afraid of him, no one really messes with him, well..except Tim Shepherd if Dallas does something. This same night, Tim and Curly Shepherd hunted for Dallas because he slashed Tim's tires. I knew about it because earlier before the walk, I was at the Drive In, watching this movie. Dallas was flirtin with... who was it... Cherry Valance? Well, he was hanging out with two younger greasers..

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"Are you a real redhead?.."

Cherry kept ignoring him which got Dallas irritated. I was sitting in a seat behind the small group of Greasers, trying to concentrate on the movie but their conversation caught my attention. "Leave her alone Dal'" Dallas kept ignoring his friend's calls and kept bothering the girl. I recognized one of the boys; Johnny Cade. He stood up and nudged the boy beside him and they got up. "Why don't you be nice and leave us alone? Be nice and leave us alone." She finally burst from her annoyance. "I'm never nice." He rolled his eyes and leaned on his seat. The Drive In was finally quiet once again, but I could feel the tension from the Socs and Dallas.

"Hey Dal, when I went to get the Coke. I saw Tim 'round the parkin' lot."

He widened his eyes and got up, stumbling on my seat. "Whatever you do Johnny man, don't tell him I was here." And with that he was gone, he left faster than a lightning bolt when he heard about Tim being near. The greasers yonder kept talking about Dallas slashing Tim's tires. And the redhead snickered with the brunette.

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I looked up to the brunette. He was one of the Greaser boys who didn't put anything on his hair. And he looks better as he is. His brown hair flew freely on his head, the small strands of hair sticked on his forehead. His eyebrows were furrowed as his chocolate eyes met mine. His fuller upper lip gently nipping on the bottom lip, as he constantly sucked his inner cheek for a while as he looked away. He held a silver necklace under his brown leather jacket and above his white t-shirt. He was good lookin'.

I looked down at the floor. "Hi.." I muttered, wiping the warm tears from my face.

"Doll, look at me. Why are you out here all by yourself?"

I locked eyes with him as I looked back up; he took a packet of cigarettes out of his jacket pocket, opened it and pulled out a cancer stick. He reached for his st.Christopher pendant and lit up the cigarette.

"Were you crying? The light reflected light off your face.."He parted his lips, inserting the yellow side of the cancer stick in between his lips.

I sighed, watching him blow smoke. "Y-Yeah..I was.." I admitted with a sniff. He hummed, tapping the sole of his boot on the ground."Why?"

"Its for no reason..Nothing.." I mumbled. He rolled his eyes and sat beside me. "Look Doll, I'm not the best in hearin' out people, but there's no reason you should cry like that for 'Nothin'."

I pulled my legs up to my chest."Its nothing really.."

"Bullshit..just be honest..I'm not goin' to judge ya unless it's stupid."

I sighed and hid my teary eyed face."Some group of Socs jumped me.." I sat straight, leaning my back against the wall. "They h-harassed me..I ran..I ain't tough enough..I was scared..."I stuttered, wiping my sloppy tears with the end of my leather jacket. The thought of Bob just haunted me.It was a constant reminder of the hell I was placed in and my clumsiness of walkin' by my lonesome. Dallas shouldn't see me crying..Greasers don't cry we all know that..Unless its for a very good reason.. Greasers are tough n' they fight back..but I couldn't clearly, I just ran.

He muttered stuff to himself, I couldn't exactly clarify what he was sayin' except various slurs.

"Hey uh Doll, Whatsya name?"

"Y/n..Y/n L/n.."

He stood up. "Yeah well.. you shouldn't be out here by your lonesome.. I could walk you to the Curtis' house, they ain't busy and besides won't mind if you stay there."

I stared at him in surprise. "So what'dya think? Would you like to go?"

He dropped his cigarette to the ground and squished it with the front on his boot. "Yeah I'll go." I said also standing up. The Curtis' name ringed a bell. I knew it did. But my mind was somewhere else to remember and I couldn't think quite clearly.

"Alright, just don't lose me. I'm not coming back for you if you do." He said as he walked beside me.