#tufflikeme

          ❛ what’s wrong with crying sometimes ? ❜ ponyboy questions, but not in a DEMANDING fashion, for he knows better than to challenge dallas like that. he knows the boy has things to cry about, but he’s HARDENED, and ponyboy doesn’t understand how that helps at all. to him, it would only make matters worse if he couldn’t FEEL anything.

“Dallas Winston...” the girl gave a weak smile at the form that rest at her hospital bed, “can’t believe you’re here.” it was a painful hack that escaped after her words, a gross substance escaping her lungs. it had been a quick accident -- the car running the red light as she was crossing and sending the skinny woman flying. she landed a far distance away from the original collision, the driver speeding off afterwards. isadora was dying. not that she told anyone that little bit of information -- they only knew of the accident. 

“I thought this place had a ‘no greasers’ policy.”

“But it looks so nice on you!” Riley’s mout hfalls open a little when he used His name in vain, and shakes her head. “You shouldn’t say that, you know.” Her camera is raised to take a photo, or six, and she smiles. “Red is definitely your color.” You shouldn’t go around putting bows on people, honey. “Your hair is pretty long for a boy, do you do anything with it?”

“Dallas! Baby!” none of the other boys were home, she knew it--that was the only reason she used such endearing terms so loudly, “...I know you probably don’t care, but guess who i heard was in town?” she’s climbinb the stairs, twisting the door open to their room and immidiately dropping her backpack. “oh, i guess you already know. “ sylvie stood across from dallas in the room, and the short blonde at the doorway shot daggers the way of the other woman, who stood confident and alert in the room. “oh, don’t worry, isadora. dallas and i here were just catching up.” Sylvia’s voice dripped in the confidence and cool that it always has. issy had a fire boiling inside of her, but she walked over to her boyfriend and placed a calm kiss on his cheek-- very evident that she was all but claiming him in front of the otherwoman.

she’s outside of buck’s place--a backpack and a bag in either hand. the blonde looks up at the house, a nervous sigh escaping her. this was a huge step for the duo, she knew that. Dallas was not one to settle down, hell. issy though dallas wasn’t one for going steady, let alone moving in together. but...he had been the one who suggested both things, he wouldn’t leave her high and dry. if there was one thing the girl knew it was that Dallas Winston was no coward. So with a heavy sigh and a determined nod, she knocked gently on the white door, leaning back to wait for it to be opened-- “---Dallas?”