Cherry's POV
It was a normal night, Marcia and I were at the drive-in to see some beach movie. Everything was going fine until, those greasers came. Three of them to be exact one with dark hair and tan skin, the other with brown hair and light skin, and the third, my lord was he a sight to see...
The third one sat down next to me"Hey there, what are you girls doin' out this late without your boyfriends?" He questioned. "Oh we're single." Marcia stated. I blushed noticing that the tallest one seated next to me was staring at me.
"Dallas Winston, but you can call me Dally." He told me.
"Sherri but my friends call me Cherry cause of my hair." He grinned.
"Well then Cherry could I offer you a Coca Cola or a Seven-Up?"
"Sure." I said "I'll come with, Marcia you want anything?"
"Oh just grab me a popcorn or something Cher."Dally and I walked to the end of the concession stand line. I swear the whole town was there, but that meant more time to chat up this mighty fine greaser.
"So Cherry What brings you down to the drive-in so late at night?" He asked.
"Oh you know just hanging out." He nodded, then the awkward silence proceeded.He stared at me for a minute then smiled, "Look I know we just met an all, but you are just a beauty, would you care to go out with a greaser like me?" I was shocked that he was asking me this so suddenly but I could only reply with an honest answer...
"Well of course, you seem like my type of greaser!" I smiled. He grinned and put his arm around me."This might sound a bit off but I swear, as soon as I walked in here you just bout' stole my heart with one glance." I blushed. He looked at me intently.
"I felt the same bout' you Dally."He grinned real big. We grabbed the cokes and set off. And Dally had his arm around me the whole time.
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My Sweet Cherry Pie
FanficGreaser-Dallas Winston, a cold hearted seemingly unfeeling boy has his heart stolen by none other than a Soc. Cherry Valance is her name, and throughout this story you'll see how nothing can get in the way of loving someone. ...