Book 2 in nunz56769 𝗗𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻" " 𝗶 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗶𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗹𝗹" 𝗪𝗵𝗼 𝗸𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗶𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗮 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝗱𝗮𝗹𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝗻𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗻...

"(Y/n) Curtis, you're under arrest" (Y/n) never had it easy, Darry always watching over her like a hawk and all. He had a good reason for that, she was always getting into trouble, especially when she hung out with Dally. I don't own The outsiders, all characters belong to S.E Hinton, except for my characters, and of course you all own yourself.

"Remember that time you fell out my window and nearly broke your neck? Well when I was driving you to the hospital and I looked at you through my rearview mirror smoking a cigarette you thought was gonna be your last. I was falling in love with you darling ."

"I felt oddly comfortable in this criminals arms." - rankings: #1 in Dallas #1 in The Outsiders #1 in Winston - *UNDER EDITING* *UNFINISHED*

❝i wish our stories could've been different.❞ some of the things in this may be inspired by the book, but it's mostly based on the movie. highest rankings: #1 in theoutsiders #1 in dallaswinston #1 in dallas

[Completed✔] The only place where you can imagine your life with a greaser boyfriend.

Y/N just moved to Tulsa with your parents. You know nobody besides one person there Y/F/N ,until the night you saw this guy. Dallas Winston, the local bad boy. Your friend warns you to steer clear of him but will you listen?

***Completed: I had written out a wedding scene but didn't feel like finishing it*** You stood with your back against the lamp post, trying not to break down in the middle of the street. Based on how dark it was out, it was probably around three in the morning- nobody would be able to see if you started crying. But it didn't matter to you. Because Greasers don't cry. They're not supposed to- it doesn't meet their personality, their stereotype. "You okay, kid?" You could recognize the voice who asked those three simple, infuriating words. You kept your head down and balled your fists, wishing that he would get the hint that you didn't want to talk. "Go away, Winston." "Come on, kid, I just want to make sure that you're okay." You could feel him place a hand on your shoulder- a gentle touch that gave a sense of genuine care. "Like hell you do," you reply, shrugging your shoulder so that his hand fell away. "None of you dumbass Greasers care about nothing but girls and cars and smoking pot behind the cops' backs. You guys are self-centered, righteous assholes. I can see why the Socs hate you losers so fucking much."