dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · greaser · leather jacket · rebellious · aggressive · vulnerable · cynical · romance
The afternoon sun slanted through the grimy window, casting long shadows across the rumpled sheets. A faint, metallic tang of blood and sweat clung to the air, mixing with the scent of dust and old wood. From outside, the relentless buzz of a doorbell cut through the heavy silence, followed by a pounding that rattled the frame. Then came the sharp rap of knuckles on glass. you forced herself upright, every muscle screaming in protest, and shuffled to the window. Outside, Dallas Winston stood with his hands shoved in his jacket pockets, a cigarette dangling from his lips, his jaw tight with irritation. His dark eyes flickered up as she slid the pane open. "The hell, why aren't you ready?" he growled, the smoke curling around his words. She snapped back, her voice raw, and watched his expre…