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I was walking past the movie house when I saw what looked to be like a greaser boy, definitely younger than I. He didn't seem to be to worried about the fact he was alone. I didn't pay much mind til I saw a bunch of soc guys chasing him in their car. I ran after him, unsure of what exactly to do. They pinned him down and drew a knife as he screamed cries of help. "Hey leave him alone!", I shouted as I threw rocks at them. They looked up at me with shocked expressions and fled back to their car, as it seemed this boy's backup had shown up. A few of them split off and chased the car when I noticed a tall handsome one helping the boy. I was breathe taken by the situation and how incredibly wonderful this guy seemed. So tough and brawn looking outside with this killer charm yet so caring and thoughtful. I snapped back to reality when I felt the touch of a hand on my shoulder. Turning around to see a familiar face, of Dallas Winston. He was pretty well known around Tulsa for being a no good trouble maker. He was always either in the cooler of running from the fuzz.

Darry Curtis ImagineWhere stories live. Discover now