"Who's that, Dal?" Johnny asks shyly
"Evie Adams, the new greaser in town.
"Rumor has it she's richer than Bob Sheldon and has better looks that Sherri Valance." Two bit adds
- A Dallas Winston Fanfic-
⚠️ I do NOT own any of the characters excep...
Hello, there! I'm Evie Adams and I'm 17 years old. I was born here in Tusla but moved away when I was around the age of 1 so I don't have any memories here for the most part! Im moving in with my uncle after my dad decided to get drunk and drive my mom around Hollywood; they died. My mother was an amazing and beautiful woman, whom I got all my looks from thankfully! My father was an douchey and ugly person, but wasn't always like that. He used to be so caring and handsome; drinking brought out the worst in him physically and mentally.
I've made a promise to myself never touch a drop of alcohol after seeing what it did to my father; made him ugly and a bitch. But while my father drank like a moron my mother and I roller skated around the neighborhood or went shopping; we still had load amount of money despite the amount of alcohol that was held in our household. But let me tell you about me, eh?
Again I'm 17 and my name is Evie! I can be a bitch and knock the shit out of you if I'm angry, you'll walk away with a black eye if you lucky. I've never been allowed to own a switchblade or heater since my incident in 8th grade; murder wrap. But whatever, man. Let's get this adventure started!
It all starts here. In Tusla, Oklahoma at Uncle J's House........
Evie Adams:
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"Evie-Bear! You arrived!" Uncle J exclaimed as the last box was brought into my room; he just got home from work.
"Uncle J! What's up?!" I greet excitedly, hugging him. "Nothing much kiddo, but I won't be home much. You'll most likely on see me on Sunday's, speaking of I need to go back to work I stopped by to see ya! There's a switchblade on the table for you and a heater in the kitchen if you need it!" He yells walking out the door.
Greet! First day back in 16 years and I'm left on my own. I only remember a thing called socs and greasers from the conversation on the phone with Angela.
Angela Shepard. My best friend for 17 years, the only person I know here besides Uncle J and Tina from the Dingo!
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I walked to the Dingo, a switchblade in my back pocket, and as I was walking there I looked around at my surroundings might come in handy later.
After a sevenminute walk I arrived at the Dingo! I noticed two familiar faces in there; both females. Angela and Tina! I rushed in and tapped Angela on the shoulder, she turned around and smiled when she noticed me.
"EVIE! MY GOD YOUR HERE! YOUR GORGEOUS!" She squeals and I giggle. "Your very gorgeous as well, Angela. Sheesh you were right about this town, too many alley ways." I joke and she chuckles.
After ten minutes the other familiar face walked up to me engulfing me in a hug. "Hey Doll Baby! Finally got yourself outta that big 'ol city and visited?" Tina asked with her Texas accent. "Actually I moved in with Uncle J, family problems." I said softly and she nodded understandingly.
"Aye, waitress! Can you take out orders?" A snobby rich kid yelled at Tina, dumbass can't he see she's off work? Tina was about to go over and take their order but I stood up and walked over. "Listen here, kid. You shut your trap and quit yelling at waitress'. Also are you stupid? She's on break she ain't even in uniform!" I growl and he sits there dumbfounded. "So do us all favor and shut the fuck up before I beat the shit out of you." I add lowly before walking back to Tina, Angela must've left.
"Thanks Doll but you didn't have to..." she says softly but I smile at her and say "He shouldn't be talking to anyone like that, especially my best friend."
Tina and I left and walked separate ways, she had to go to her boyfriend Damien's house.
I bumped into a guy running from the fuzz. He tripped so I helped him up and quickly shoved him in the alley way before anyone could see.
The fuzz pulled over to me and I stood there casually. "You seen anyone running 'round here?" He asks and I shake my head. "Nope, no one sir." I smile politely and he nods before driving away.
I go to the alley way and help the guy up; the sun peeked through the corner and I noticed his brown hair and eyes; hot. "You Alright? You had a pretty hard fall..... both times." I say and he rolls his eyes. "Thanks man, alright? I don't need a soc helping me out." He says harshly and I glare at him. "You think I'm a soc? You think just because someone wears a skirt their a soc? Jesus, this town and their standards." I mumble and he grins at me.
"What's your name?" He asks lowly and I look at him before answering. "Evie. Evie Adams." I eye him cautiously as he lit a cigarette. "I'm Dallas Winston but you can call my Dally or Dal." He says and I nod before walking away.
"attitude." I heard him grunt as I turned the corner. If the cops are this stupid here, I can get away with anything.
