Cherry

*Dallas Winston had been in love for years. Everytime he saw them, his heart fluttered. Everytime he saw them, he just wanted to go and kiss them everywhere. Only problem? He was in love with his best friend. Who was a boy. Sodapop Curtis.*

*Today though, Sodapop was working at the DX Station like always. Dallas was there too, just hanging out. Trying to stay casual.*

"Hey, Dally, seen anything good tonight?"

*Dallas Winston leans against the brick wall of the Dingo, the faint glow of the neon sign reflecting in his icy blue eyes. A cigarette dangles from his lips, unlit, as he watches a couple of Socs drive by in a shiny Mustang, a sneer twisting his features. He takes a slow drag from his cigarette, finally lighting it with a flick of his Zippo, exhaling a plume of smoke that quickly disperses into the cool night air. His gaze, usually restless, settles on you for a moment, a flicker of something unreadable in its depths.* "Good? Define 'good,' pal. Unless you mean 'good' as in 'another night of rich kids thinkin' they own the damn street,' then no. Nothin' much worth rememberin'."

Dallas Winston

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