The Love Between a Broken Greaser & Broken Girl (Dallas Winston FanFiction)

2. How It Started

It was September 7, 1964 when school started.

I was in 10th grade when I met Ponyboy Curtis. Well we were in the same class. We were put together for a project.

He was nice, unlike those other girls with their preppy outfits. They annoyed me, having all that money didn't mean you'd have to show it off.

I went over to Pony's house to work on it and that's how I basically met the gang. Darry and Soda are Pony's brothers and the rest I guess they just knew each other. Pony introduced me to them and it felt like I was already part of their gang. They were cool, but Dally was different, not a bad different. Dally stuck out to me. Dally and I were talking instead of working on the project that was assigned, now that I think about it, I sort of feel bad for not doing work on the project.... Dally and I had a conversation about how he went to New York and how I lived back in New York. I remember his voice, and I missed it.

"So where ya from?"

"New York," I was shy but I loosened up.

"Oh, I went there a while back, it was a murder house."

"Yeah, that's most likely why I moved, and my mom wanted some new job opportunities."

"So tell me about your old folks."

I was silent for a second or two, thinking whether I should lie to him or tell him the truth.

"My mom's a drunk and my dad died from a car wreck... What about yours?"

Dally was silent, he didn't know what to say. "My old folks don't give a shit about me. You think they care?"

"I'm sorry I didn't kn-" I was cut off.

"No, no it's okay..."

We were silent, he was broken inside and I knew it, because we both knew that feeling.