![]() ![]() He had a little good in his heart., even after all the stuff he’d been through. Not only that, but he grabbed Johnny from the burning church so Johnny wouldn’t die, even if it meant that he had to get burnt in the process of saving him. He also hit Ponyboy in the back hard enough to put out the fire. He also helped divert the police’s attention, and made them look in the wrong place for those two. I heard when Johnny and Ponyboy had ran, he treated them to Dairy Queen and had them all caught up with what was happening. Now, as I said before Dally may not have been the best person to ever exist on the planet. Sometimes it was really fun to watch him fight, especially when the opponent was one of those idiots who could not count past five with saying, “3. He never gave up, and he’d always end up bashing someone’s face in. He was a good fighter, I’d give him that. Though it eventually became a common occurrence for him to appear the next day with a couple scars, however the amount slowly had decreased as time went on. But I don’t recall it ever being that bad, but that was probably because of the fact that he rarely ever came over to my place after a rumble, since he’d always go and hang out with his gang afterwards. He was so nonchalant about it too, as if it happened all the time, which it did. I had to take care of some of the wounds because they would have gotten infected. I remember another time when Dally returned from a rumble, and he was scarred and bruised and blood was dripping down the side of his face. So different compared to when he would sober up. not the slightest bit stressed, not a single care in the world. He just started dragging me down the street and laughing his butt off as the police drove after us, sirens blaring and lights flashing. We had almost been caught by the police, and we would have been arrested for public intoxication and god knows what else the police would’ve done to us greasers. He was stumbling through the streets, and I tried to help him the best I could, but it obviously wasn’t working out to how I’d like it to be. Like, a dog would have passed by, and he would just start giggling and laughing like a maniac. ![]() Dally was giggling, laughing about the stupidest things. Keep in mind this was far before he could handle his liquor very well. I remembered one time Dally was drunk off of his mind. ![]() He was always a troublemaker, and the second he waltzed into our run-down city, anyone could tell that he practically spelled out trouble. It was like he knew something that they didn’t, which was actually true most of the time, the big scourge. He always had this devious glint in his eyes that always caught some of the folks off guard. He was reckless, rebellious, and there was rarely a day when the old folks would complain about him rampaging through the streets. He used to be a snarky boy, wild and adventurous, constantly searching for danger. But I remember him before the wild side of New York, my home, had changed him to the person he was. ![]() Dally Winston was a cold, cynical person, holding a certain hatred for the world in his beautiful blue eyes. Dally may not have been the best boyfriend, and he may not have been the best person ever, but that was just how he was, and I still love him for it. Hello, my name is _ _ and I am Dally Winston’s girlfriend. ![]()
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