Never Leave Me ||Closed||

Diane Winston||16|| Played by Mads.


Sodapop Curtis||17|| Played by Life is a Cabaret.

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Crystal Harris||16|| Played by Life is a Cabaret.


Dallas Winston||18|| Played by Mads.

Crystal walked beside Pony nervously, about to go to the old house for the first time in years. She was nervous how the boys would take seeing her, especially now that she lived on the "good" side of town and was considered a soc. But she was still the same person she always was, and she didn't care if people thought she wasn't supposed to hang out with greasers. She missed the boys, and it's her parents who were rich now, not her. "So, do you think they missed me?" she asked with a nervous laugh, running a hand through her curly brown hair. Pony smiled and nodded, "I'm sure they did. Two-Bit wouldn't shut up about it. And everyone else really missed you too. Just expect some jokes from Two-Bit about that fact that you have money now," he said honestly, nudging her in the arm with his elbow. "Oh how I've missed his jokes," she laughed, feeling a little better. She had missed all of the boys, but she was most curious about how Dallas Winston was doing. When she was twelve and he was fourteen she had a huge school girl crush on him, he was older and such a bad ass. But she knew how he felt about the socials, and she was expecting him to hate her now as well. When she first told them her parents had come into money, Dallas took it the worst. He called her a sell out and told her he didn't associate with spoiled rich kids, and that was the last conversation they ever had. "Well, we're here," Pony said, stopping in front of the house, and looking down, kicking the dirt, as if he were nervous about how she would see the house after her new lifestyle. She grinned, stupid happy, it looks just as she remembered it. "This feels like coming home again," she said, running over and onto the porch. "After you," she said, holding the door open for her friend.

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Soda was at the DX with Steve, finishing up the last couple of hours of his shift. His favorite times were when Steve was actually working the same hours as him, because time went by so much faster when he had his best guy friend there. He was hoping Diane would stop by though, because it would go by in no time with all three of them there. Plus, he had a date with Sandy on Friday for their six month anniversary and he wanted to pick her brain about what he should do to make it extra special. That was part of the perks of having a girl best friend, free relationship advice. They had been friends for as long as he could remember, and they told each other everything, he valued her friendship even more then Steve's a lot of the time. "It's so slow here today," Steve complained, going through and organizing the packs of cigarettes for something to do. He read the backs on a few and then finally slid one into his pocket. "I'll pay for that later," he said, after catching Soda's accusatory look. "You know we have to count those at the end of the night," he complained halfheartedly, but couldn't help but breaking into a smile when Steve walked over and pinched him hard in the cheek.

Dallas had crashed on the couch at the Curtis house that day. He'd been out almost all night, considering his fight with Tim had taken so long. He had a few cuts and bruises, but not many. Tim had gotten more than he had. At the end of the fight, the two of them made up, and decided to call it a night. He'd fallen asleep around eight that morning, so he hadn't yet woken up when Crystal came by. “Crystal! It's about damn time you come and see us. What, are we too poor for ya now?” Two-Bit chuckled at his own joke immediately after saying it. It was a loud chuckle too, which is what woke Dally up. Dally kept his eye shut for a moment, sighing quietly to himself as he opened them. Crystal came into his view, which sparked something in him. He felt anger bubble inside of him. Though it had been awhile since she left, he was still angry about it. “'Ey Two-Bit, you mind quieting it down? Some people are trying to sleep here, in case you couldn't tell.” Dally said grouchily, not even taking the time to great, or even acknowledge Crystals existence. He turned his face into the couch, closing his eyes once again. “It's 'bout time you get up anyways, Dal.” Two-Bit replied, “'Sides, Crystal's back. It's time to party.” he finished, grinning as he took a gulp of beer from the bottle he held in his hand.

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Diane shoved her arm left arm through Dally's old leather jacket to complete her look. She wore the usual plain white shirt, along with ripped skinny jeans, and her ankle-high boots. Her shoulder-length, brunette hair hung in its usual mess, covering the new cuts that she had obtained on the back of her neck. Her father had been on another one of his drunken escapades the previous night. She ran a hand through her hair before leaving her home, or as she called it, the hellhole. She walked down the familiar streets of her hometown, a chilly breeze coming upon her. She was blessed with living in a neighborhood that hadn't had much Soc action within the past year. There had been a couple incidents, but nothing too extreme. Diane still kept her watch, though. She made her way to the DX parking lot without any trouble, thankfully. Her best friend's shift was ending soon, and she'd hoped to make the time run quicker. She entered the store, a wide grin on her face as she saw Soda. She glanced over to Steve, her grin disappearing slightly. Diane and Steve weren't enemies, but they weren't exactly the best of friends. They'd both liked to pick on each other whatever chance they got. “Hey Soda! How's the shift been?” she asked, not even caring enough to ask Steve.