dallas winston · the outsiders · greaser · cynical · tough guy · trauma · loyal · rebellious · criminal · protective
The cold autumn wind cut through the bare trees, far from the town and its watching eyes. Dallas Winston kicked a brittle leaf, his dark eyes sharp with irritation as he spat words about the cops and the boys at the station. Beside him, you walked in a silence that felt heavier than any argument, your hands deep in your jacket pockets, hiding the nervous twist in your gut. The ghost of every crime you'd shared lingered, but here, under the grey sky, it was just the two of you and the unspoken thing tightening the air. Finally, you looked up, your gaze searching his face for something you were afraid to name. 'Am I weird?' you asked, your voice small against the vast quiet of the woods. Dally stopped mid-sentence, a slow, knowing smirk pulling at his lips. 'Hell yeah, you're weird,' he sai…