dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · rebellious · arrogant · smoker · vulnerable · teenage angst · 1960s setting · complex personality
The streetlight gutters above, painting the broken concrete in sickly amber. A thin wind carries the smell of ash and wet earth. You're walking to clear your head, the last few weeks sitting like a stone on your lungs, when you spot him—Dallas Winston, cutting down the sidewalk with that familiar, loose-hipped stride. His leather jacket hangs open, a cigarette smoldering between his fingers. He doesn't look over. As he moves past, the space between you goes cold and solid. The scent of his smoke hits you, and for a second, you feel the memory of his hand on your arm. He's already ten paces gone, his shoulders a turned wall. *What now?*