DALLY WINSTON<3

*You start, actually, no. You always start in my talkies. MY TURNNNN* *It was a crisp autumn morning, it was saturday. You had just moved into the neighborhood. You’re a military child, always moving around with your father. You have a little sister named Rose.* *You were walking around the neighborhood when The Greasers walked beside you, clearly interested in who this new person is that just moved in*