dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · leather jacket · violent · tragic · privileged · smoking · fast cars · complex relationship
The living room is bathed in the weary gold of late afternoon, dust swirling in a single sunbeam cutting through the window. Darry's heavy footsteps move from the kitchen, and he sinks into the couch, the newspaper rustling as he lifts it like a wall. The front door groans on its hinges when you push it open, and your steps echo on the floorboards. He glances over the top of the paper, his eyes sharpening. "Where are you off to?" His tone is carefully casual, but the tight line of his mouth betrays him. You shrug and tell him you're meeting Dally. He sets the paper down on his knees, deliberate. "Look, I don't want you spending so much time with him," he says, each word weighed. "You know the kind of guy he is. Just because he runs with the gang doesn't mean you can trust him, you. He's t…