dallas winston and lucille duncan fall in love despite them having a rough start and lucille having a boyfriend
(i don't own any of s.e hinton's characters i only own lucille and other oc's along the way)
started: 5•28•24
completed: 6•7•24
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1965
as the morning sun filtered through the delicate white lace curtains of lucille duncan's bedroom, casting a soft pink glow over everything it touched, lucille stirred from her slumber with a sense of excitement tingling in her veins.
today was a special day, a girls' day out with her best friends: cherry and marcia. the prospect of spending quality time together filled lucille's heart with warmth, and she couldn't wait to get ready for the day ahead.
lucille's best friend, cherry was a spirited and ambitious cheerleading captain whose infectious energy lit up every room she entered.
cherry was not just known for her athletic prowess and academic achievements but also for her unwavering loyalty to her best friends.
her relationship with bob sheldon, a popular and respected figure among their peers, added a touch of romance to her life, weaving a narrative of love and companionship that mirrored the blossoming friendships around her.
marcia, another member of the cheerleading squad, completed the trio of friends. marcia's warmth, empathy, and nurturing nature made her the heart of their friendship circle.
her relationship with randy anderson, a charming and outgoing soc, was built on mutual respect, trust, and shared values, creating a bond that mirrored the deep connections within their close-knit group of friends.
lucille's relationship with edward, a great friend of randy anderson and bob sheldon, added depth to her character. edward was a kindred spirit, sharing lucille's love for literature, art, and thoughtful conversations.
their bond was one of mutual admiration and understanding, a source of comfort and joy amidst the hardships of teenage life.
lucille's room was a reflection of her personality: elegant, feminine, and adorned with touches of pink that danced harmoniously with the soft pastel hues of lavender and cream.
the walls were adorned with framed photographs capturing cherished moments with friends and family, and a delicate vanity table stood near the window, bathed in the morning sunlight.
her room, bathed in the soft hues of morning light, exuded a sense of serenity and elegance. a bouquet of fresh flowers that edward gave her recently beautifully adorned her bedside table, their sweet fragrance mingling with the scent of lavender candles that flickered gently on the vanity.
a small stack of books, ranging from classic literature to art history, sat neatly on a shelf, a testament to lucille's love for learning and exploration.
as lucille sat at her vanity, she ran a silver hairbrush through her long chestnut locks, each stroke gentle and deliberate. the hairbrush, a cherished heirloom passed down from her grandmother, glided effortlessly through her silky strands, untangling any knots with ease.
lucille's hair fell in cascading waves around her shoulders, a natural beauty that didn't require much fuss or styling.
next came the makeup routine, a ritual that lucille approached with a light touch, enhancing her features without overpowering her natural beauty.
