I don't own the Outsiders, but I do own Atlanta!
(Dallas's POV)
I was walking through town after the old man came home from the bar rip-roaring drunk. I fought him until he passed out and I wasn't going to stick around. I didn't want him to remember that it's my birthday. He likes to make the beating longer to mark the day I ruined his life. I saw a guy walking down the sidewalk in my direction, but he was looking at his feet and didn't see me.
(Atlanta's POV)
I had to get away from my mom's birthday bash for me. Her and my friends just talk about the same stuff all the time while mom drinks wine. I felt like I was suffocating in there, and I needed to get out.
Mom is a lot happier now that she married my step-dad. She said she only married my real dad because she was going to have me. She divorced him a year later when she found out he was cheating on her. I'm glad she did, but sometimes I wonder what my real dad was like.
I got my light hair and eyes from mom but I got my height from him. Mom only talks about him on the rare occasion that she gets drunk. I keep a list of all the things I know about my dad so far it goes as follows:
He is tall, like I said I got my height from him
He was a lady's man
His name is Nicolas Earl Winston, I kept his last name
He has dark hair and green eyes
His police record is legendary in the East side I however, don't have a record nor do I want one
I have no memories of him, they divorced when I was a baby
And they met in Dallas, Texas at a rodeo where he was a jockey but they got married in Atlanta, Georgia (the place I was named after) when mom was eighteen.
Before I could stop myself, I ran into someone.
(Dallas POV)
I was smoking leaning against the street sign when some punk ran into me, when he looked at me…
I was looking at myself
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