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Dallas:
"Dal, when Jade brings her boyfriend over, you need to be as civil as possible. Maybe you can even say as little as possible." You reminded your husband, taking his beer. "Hey, I was drinkin' that! I can't believe she's bringin' a boy over. Who said she could?! She's only 17!" He groaned, running a comb through his hair. You shook your head, chuckling; it was cute how Dally was being so overprotective. "We're here!" Your daughter's calm voice rang out like a soft bell; Dally always said that she presents herself like you, but has his temper when she saw something she didn't like. "I'm not sure they'll like me, babe." "Michael, they will. Mom, daddy! Meet my boyfriend, Michael Sawyer." You nearly dropped Dally's beer at the mention of the name. Word spread through Tulsa that Michael Sawyer was just like the "old" Dally; violent, tough, careless, intimidating. You composed yourself, and found Dally glaring at Michael already. Michael had an unlit cigarette hanging loosely in his mouth, and his arm around Jade's waist. His black hair was greased back, and his icy blue eyes were glaring back at Dally. He was very tall, lean, and handsome for his age. "Nice to meet you, Michael." You stuck your hand out for him to shake. "Likewise." He grinned, shaking your hand. You nudged Dally so he could do the same, and he reluctantly did. "I swear to God almighty, you hurt my little girl and I'll kill you. Y'dig?" "Dad!"
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Steve:
"So, Jerry, where do you work?" Steve asked your daughter's boyfriend, Jerry West. You, Steve, Jerry, and your daughter, Mallory, were sitting at the dinner table. Steve was doing the "mandatory interview" to see if he approved of the guy your daughter was dating. Jerry was a few inches taller than Mallory, but he wasn't too tall. He was really muscular, too. He had brown hair that wasn't greased back. He seemed like a total greaser, but he dressed according to the fact that he was meeting his girl's parents. You could tell that he was trying his hardest to please you both, and it was quite funny since you could tell that he had recently gotten a broken nose; you were good at noticing that because of how many times it happened with Steve. You found out from Mallory that Jerry was a straight-A student and that he was able to maintain those grades with a busy schedule. "Well, I work two jobs. I work during the day at my grandpa's repair shop. We fix up cars, give new paint jobs, all that jazz. Then I work during the night at a bakery on the same block as The Dingo. It may not be the finest area, but I'd anything to support who I love." Steve nodded; you could tell that he approved of Jerry's determination and pride; Steve claimed that he saw himself in Jerry, but you don't see it.
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Ponyboy:
"Hi there, Mr. and Mrs. Curtis. I'm Andy Porter." The lanky boy stood in front of you. He had took off his sunglasses, revealing his big hazel eyes, and hung them on the collar of his sweater. He had nearly perfect teeth and short blonde hair. He was obviously a Soc, but you were glad that Jessica wasn't going for a greaser; not many greasers were the best. Andy had a copy of "The Great Gatsby" in his hands. Andy put the book in his other hand to greet you both correctly. "Nice to meet you." Ponyboy said, shaking his hand; Pony wasn't keen on the fact that Jessica had a boyfriend now. Jessica was still his little girl. She'd always be. "'The Great Gatsby'? Nice choice." You smiled, pointing out the book in his hands. "You read a lot?" Pony asked him, his eyebrow cocked. "I do, actually. I'm planning on reading 'Gone With The Wind' when I'm done." "Really? Well, I have an old copy of it, feel free to use it when you'd like. Just be careful with it, gone through a lot." Ponyboy shrugged; it caught you off guard since he was being so collected. He was even offering the book he read to Johnny in the church! "Oh, really? Thank you, sir!" Andy gaped, his eyes shining brightly.