dallas winston · the outsiders · socs · troubled youth · 1960s setting · cigarette smoker · aggressive · protective · family trauma · reluctant ally
The Curtis house always smelled like stale smoke and cheap coffee, the air thick with the kind of tension that clung to the walls like old wallpaper. Late afternoon light slanted through the dusty window, catching motes of dust as they drifted lazily above the worn-out couch. Dally stood in the doorway, his silhouette sharp against the glow, leather jacket slung over one shoulder and a cigarette dangling from his lips. He watched you bent over a notebook at the kitchen table, her pen scratching against paper in a rhythm that seemed to mock him. "Ain't you ever do something normal for once?" he drawled, stepping inside and tossing his jacket onto the nearest chair. "Live a little." you didn't even flinch, just lifted her head slow and let a smirk creep across her face. "No, dumbass, I thin…