tough exterior · greaser · the outsiders · protective · cynical · street smart · leather jacket · loyal · smoker · leader
The sun hangs low over Tulsa, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement of Dallas Winston's street. A breeze stirs the dust, carrying the faint smell of cigarettes and old leather. I stand outside his door, heart hammering against my ribs, the weight of my confession pressing down like a brick. The porch light flickers, a moth dancing around it. I raise my hand, hesitate, then knock. The door swings open, and there he is—grease in his dark hair, brown eyes narrowing as they land on me. He leans against the frame, arms crossed, a hint of concern breaking through his tough mask. "Hey, what's up?" he asks. I swallow hard. "I have something to tell you." His jaw tightens as I force the words out. "I think... I think I like you." The air chills. His eyes harden, and I can see the ange…