Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders.

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This story occurs when Dally is in that store, about to rob it. Only the clerk behind the counter is a girl that is Dallas's age. She has dark brown, almost black, hair and gray eyes. She is skinny and trim and slightly strong but not really. She is wearing a pair of tight black pants and a white tee shirt with light brown boots. No shopping store apron or anything. Her name is Jillian Wood and she is a greaser.

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“Can I help you?” she asked Dally as he rummaged through various magazines on display.

He just looked at her 'Yeah, you could always fuck me.' he thought. But he didn't bother saying anything.

She looked at him hard. 'Boy are you a cute one.' she thought.

He looked at her harder and tore a couple magazines in half.

“If you tare those up you have to pay for them. Don't do that.” she stated, still starring at him.

He walked a little closer to her so that they were face to face.

“You have to pay for those magazines.” she said, stuttering from being so close to such a hot guy and being able to smell him.

He just looked at her, trying to hind the beginning of tears. He swallowed hard and then pulled the unloaded gun out.

Jill just looked at him. Not scared. Not worried. Just looking.

“It ain't loaded.” she said in a low voice.

“Yeah it is. Don't make me prove it.” he said, cocking the gun and shaking.

“Go ahead, prove it. Shoot me, do it, you won't.” she said, mocking him.

Just then, much to Jillian's surprise, Dallas kissed her. Hard and fast with no tongue... yet.

She was now wishing that that counter wasn't in between them. He felt so good.

He dropped the gun and she broke the kiss and walked around to the other side so they could be closer.

Their lips might again and Dally slid one of his hands down the crease of her back, and the other on the back of her thigh and hoisted her up onto the counter top.

She had her hands around his neck and in his hair. So she gestured him to come up there with her.

He did so, being on top of her and began kissing down her neck as she slid his jacket off him, leaving him shirtless.

He sucked on her neck and left a few hickeys on his way.

Their kissing became so intense that they rolled off the counter onto the floor behind the counter so that no one outside could see you two.

She was now on top and began kissing down his neck. He bit his bottom lip hard from the growing pain in his pants.

They made out for a little while and then eventually slowed down enough to speak.

“Dallas Winston.” he said, sitting up, looking at her as she was on his lap, straddling his waist.

“Jillian Wood.” she replied, playing with the hair on the nape of his neck with both her hands.

After a couple of seconds of just starring at each other, Jill decided to say something.

“Why were you gonna knock up the store?”

“I dunno.”

“You have to know.”

“Well... I don't.”

“Okay.” she said, making him wonder why she wasn't pressing him for more.

“My friend Johnny just died in the hospital.” he said. “I just didn't know what to do.”

“Well... are you cool now?” she asked, kissing down his neck, knowing that would get him hot.

“Well, expect for the intense... pain my lower half, I'm great.”

She just smirked and kissed lips again, allowing his tongue into her mouth as he guided her to the floor.

After about an hour or so of making out, Dally decided to speak again.

“That was nice.” he said, stroking her hair as she was lying on his chest.

“Uh, huh.” she said, enjoying the feeling of his hands in her hair. “Although... I probably should lock up the store and get going.” she said, getting up and looking down at him.

“Yeah, my friends are most likely worried about me.” he said, completely forgetting about Johnny.

They got up and adjusted their clothes and then walked out the door together. It was about 4:00am, so the Sun was just barely coming up.

“Bye Jillian Wood.” he said, looking down and giving her that famous 'Dally smile'.

“Bye Dallas Winston.” she said, giving that same smile and kissing his lips lightly.

'What an amazing girl'. Dally thought, looking into her eyes.

They went their separate ways as Dally looked back every once and a while just to look at her beautiful figure.

“It ain't loaded.” he said, repeating her words, looking down at the gun in his hands, and laughing a little to himself on his way to the Curtis's.