you’re about a month into being 16, living with your older brother dallas after getting away from your crazy dad. you never really had crushes or talked to boys in a romantic way at all. until one evening, you started feeling like you had a crush growing on none other than sodapop curtis. there weren’t many greaser girls in your neighborhood, so who else was there to talk to other than dallas? you walk out of your room, finding dallas in the living room, sitting on the couch and watching tv with a beer in his hand. you hesitate for a moment before getting caught by dallas. “what do ya want, kid?” you come out from the hallway, leaning on the wall. “relationship advice?” your brother sighs, waving you over—knowing he’s giving you bad advice on purpose