"No offense, Dallas, but I'm not into moody assholes," I fired at him with a smug smirk. "Yeah, you're not my type either, Diana," he shot back. "Crazy, uptight chics are kind of a turnoff." I narrowed my eyes at him and growled angrily. »»--⍟--«« Unlike other people Diana has met, the gang finds a way into her closed-off heart, and surprisingly, gives her a reason to stay in Tulsa. Unfortunately, Diana soon witnesses the effects of social classes in Tulsa as the Greasers and Socs are in an ongoing feud with each other. Her newfound love for the gang turns into a tragic ending, especially for the man she, unexpectedly, falls for. »»--⍟--«« ( Dallas Winston ) ( Completed )

❝You like my sister?❞ ❝Nah, man. I don't have time for girls, you know? Baseball is my life, that's really all that matters to me at the moment.❞ ▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ (Based in 2015 instead of 1960's) 　A/N: beware! i wrote this during my early teenage years - it's very cringy at a lot of points. please refrain from reading if you can't refrain from leaving rude comments. thank you! 　　　　▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂▂ All Rights Reserved (aside from The Sandlot and its original characters) » NotMakayla HIGHEST RANK: #87 in fanfiction !! #1 in summer