(sorry my chapters are kinda short. Anyways, this is a fanfic story that takes place a year before the story and goes up until 6 months until the story. This is the first of three stories. Enjoy! Don't care if you review and/or comment. Not into that.)

"Get back here you useless juvenile delinquent!" the store manager yelled as a brown-headed kid raced by, "Sucker." He sneered under his breath as he cut through side streets and back-alleys of Tulsa until he reached the movie house where he ran into a dark-headed kid, I mean literally ran into, the kid,

CRASH!

"Gosh Dallas. Ain't you got somethin' better to do than break laws?" the kid asked, rubbing his head,

"What makes you think I'm breakin the law, Pony?" Dallas laughed and stood up, brushing the dirt off his leather jacket. Pony stared and Dallas dropped his arms,

"Two packs of cigarettes."

"You know Dallas, someday you're gonna have to calm down some, you'll have someone to look out for that you can't afford to lose…"

"Look here kid! You ain't got nothing to worry about, I ain't gonna get jailed and I will never have someone else depend on me." He snapped at Ponyboy. What difference did a 13-year old's opinion matter to Dallas Winston?

Nothing.

After Ponyboy went to go catch up with Johnny, Dallas walked around the town, getting bored of just wandering so he decided to go to the DX station for a while.

"Hey there greaser! Wash all that grease outta your hair!" someone shouted. Dallas just lit a cigarette and flipped his collar up, walking off.,

"Stupid Socs.."

He reached the DX station right as Soda hit his head on an overhead car,

"SON OF A…"

"STOP RIGHT THERE SODA!" Steve said, as Soda stuck his head out, rubbing it, "Hey Dal. What's up?" he said, dropping a wrench and grabbing some other tool,

"Hey man, not much. I'm gonna hang here a bit in case the cops are after me."

"Oh no, Dal, what'd you do this time?"

"Two packs of cigarettes and had my faithful unloaded gun here."

"You mean to tell me that you held a gun to a guy's head just for cigarettes?" Steve said, not believing his own words. "Dallas you idiot, you don't need to be in the cooler AGAIN!" Soda noted, wiping his oily hands with a rag,

"Relax, I'll be fine. Gonna hang out at Buck's tonight. Should be interesting.:"

Dallas left the DX around 7ish, walking around, kicking some random kid's bike, smoking over in the park. And headed over to Buck's place, ready to crash for the night, "Naw, man what a day." He muttered to himself, then suddenly he felt a hand on his shoulder, he turned around to see Tim Shepard, "Hey there Dallas, you hear that my tires got slashed?" he growled.

Dallas could barley hide his laughter, "Sorry to hear that Tim."

"Well, here's the kicker of it, Curly says he remembers you slashing the tires. Now, Curly's not that smart, but he may be right." Tim snarled, Dallas turned around and started to walk,

"Not now Tim, I'm gonna settle this one later."

"Oh, all right Dallas…we can settle this later…" a wicked smile crossed his face, "Or we could settle it right here!" he said, rushing at Dallas, punching Dallas in the eye as he turned around,

"Knew this was gonna happen." Dally muttered, kicking Tim in the shins, bringing the hood to his knees while Tim knocked Dally in the ribs. He heard a strange cracking noise and he fell over,

"Ow man. What happened to no rough-housing?" Dallas laughed, kicking Tim again before walking off, "We'll settle this later Tim." He growled under his breath, wiping some blood off his face as he walked off.

"BUCK! I need a room." Dallas shouted as soon as he entered the house. The scent of beer and smoke entered Dallas's lungs as he walked over to Buck, who was obviously drunk, "Buck. room."

"Doyouwannaroomolbuddy?" Buck slurred, holding up the beer bottle,

"Why yes, Buck. How did you guess?" he said through gritted teeth.

"Wellthengettheoneupstairsandtotheright."

Dallas sighed and walked upstairs, turning to the right and apparently interrupting something going on in the room,

"BUCK!!! YOU !$!#!!!!"

"Sorrytherepal,theonetotheleft."

Dallas kicked the door open and slammed it shut, collapsing on the bed, his side killing him, and he fell asleep before he could think of anything else.