17 year old Hendrix has always loved taking pictures. After her tragic childhood she decided to leave California in hopes to find something worth taking pictures of. She finds what she's looking for in Tulsa when she sees someone who catches her eye...
I came to Bucks door and I knocked, once again three times, and waited impatiently for an answer. Finally Buck opened the door and I ran upstairs without paying an ounce of attention to him. When I reached Dally's I opened it without even thinking that he could have been changing or asleep. He wasn't though, he was putting something in his closet and he walked out and just looked at me.
"I love you-" I started but I'm no Time was interrupted in the best way possible.
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I knew it that second he was the one. No, he wasn't my soulmate. No, he wasn't the perfect sunshine and radiance. No, he wasn't patient and kind-hearted naturally. But it was him. He was cold and damaged. Hurt and passionate. But somehow that was what I needed. Because I was too, but in a different way. I was rational and understanding. I was a peace maker. And he was chaos. I craved the ability to calm his storms and I think, no I know, he craved it too. For the first time someone made him want to be good. He needed me. And I needed him. I needed all of them. I needed Two-bit's wit and Steve's recklessness. I needed Johnny's kindness and Ponyboy's creativity. I needed Darry's protectiveness. I needed Sodapop's light. But somehow, above all I needed Dally's darkness. The same darkness I trapped in that single photo. I think deep down I knew from that moment. I think that was the moment I fell in love with him. In that single photo. That single snapshot.
