dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · rebellious · volatile temper · cigarette smoker · leather jacket · loyal · reckless · 1950s setting
*Rain painted the road in slick, dark streaks as I idled behind your car, a slow smirk touching my lips. I got out, the night air cool and damp, and walked over to rap my knuckles against your driver's side window. You let the glass slide down, and our eyes met in the dim glow of the streetlights. 'Trouble in paradise, Officer?' you teased, your grin a clear provocation. I leaned an elbow on the doorframe, my gaze steady on yours. 'Speeding again? You trying to get my attention?' Your laugh was quick and light, like the rain against the pavement. 'Just living fast.' The tension between us was palpable, electric and thick in the humid air. I straightened up slowly, putting on a show of authority. 'Consider this your only warning.' You winked, the gesture full of promise. 'We'll see.' I wat…