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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under the star-studded canvas of the night sky, the drive-in theater buzzed with tons of activity. rows of cars, each a small world unto itself, formed a patchwork of lights and shadows.
inside one sleek automobile, lucille sat next to edward, their hands rested comfortably together on the armrest, but lucille's mind was elsewhere.
as the movie's narrative unfolded on the screen, lucille's thoughts drifted away from the storyline. dallas winston's image crept into her mind like an uninvited guest.
his ungreased hair and mischievous grin seemed to materialize in the shadows of the car, drawing her attention away from the movie's plot.
edward, engrossed in the film's action, leaned closer to lucille, a subtle gesture of affection. he was oblivious to the silent turmoil brewing within her. lucille stole a glance at him, her heart torn between the familiar comfort of their relationship and the inexplicable allure of the forbidden.
meanwhile, in his room at buck's, dallas sat on his bed, a cigarette dangling between his fingers. the room was cloaked in a haze of smoke, mirroring the fog of thoughts swirling in his mind. lucille's face, framed by the glow of the movie screen in his imagination, occupied his thoughts entirely.
"what if..." dallas whispered to himself, his voice lost in the quiet of his room. "what if we weren't greasers and socs? what if it was just her and me?" he pictured lucille's beautiful eyes, their depth and warmth captivating him every time they met.
he remembered the moments they shared, brief but charged with unspoken understanding. dallas couldn't deny the magnetic pull he felt towards her, a pull that defied the rigid lines drawn by society.
the movie's soundtrack played on, punctuated by bursts of action and drama, but for lucille and dallas, the real drama unfolded within their hearts.
it was a silent realization that transcended words, an unspoken acknowledgment of a connection too profound to ignore.
back at the drive-in, lucille's gaze drifted from the screen to the starlit sky above. a shooting star streaked across the heavens, its fleeting brilliance mirrored in her eyes. she closed them for a moment, silently making a wish-a wish for clarity amidst the storm of emotions brewing within her.
beside the window at buck's, dallas extinguished his cigarette, the ember glowing briefly before fading into darkness.
he closed his eyes, allowing himself to entertain the notion of a world where labels and divisions didn't dictate their paths.
the night deepened, the movie reaching its crescendo, but for lucille and dallas, the real drama unfolded in the silence of their thoughts.
it was a moment of profound clarity, a shared realization that their hearts beat in sync across the invisible barriers that kept them apart.
in that fleeting moment of synchronicity, under the vast expanse of the night sky, lucille and dallas were both aware, in their own separate worlds, that something fundamental had shifted.
