November 13th, 1967
7:32 A.M.

The interview went smoothly for (Y/n). She got the job, easy as that. Things were turning around for her, and it was amazing. Her whole attitude about everything shifted.

The Raymonds were older, but were always as sweet as their bakery's desserts. They asked her a few questions, went over health and safety precautions, then moved on to a bit of hands-on work.

(Y/n) was told she'd start on the fifteenth, and couldn't be more excited. The girl was handed a new uniform, and was told she'd even get a discount on all pastries and bread there! Even better than that, the pay was twice as much as it used to be! She would be paid in small portions daily for the first week to help her get back on her feet. It really was a dream.

For the rest of the week she would work. Back in a scheduled environment, things were going to get better for (Y/n). She would sleep in her bed at a reasonable time, wake up early in the morning, and get a bowl of Honeycomb. That was the plan, at least.

This was going to be the best November ever.

9:54 P.M.

As a celebration, (Y/n) made plans to drive over to the Admiral Twin Drive-In Theater, just over ten minutes from home. She also planned to stay away from the snacks, as there was this one concession worker who put Junebeetles in the popcorn boxes! She knew it was only a rumor, but wanted to steer clear just in case.

She bought a ticket for "Two For The Road," as she was a big fan of Audrey Hepburn's work. In her opinion, it was one of the best movies she had ever seen.

About halfway through the movie, a car sped over right next to hers. A couple a few cars down yelled at whoever was in the car. The window rolled down.

(Y/n): Oh, this outta be good...

A masculine voice tore through the parking lot. (Y/n) wouldn't have repeated what he said, but it was along the lines of every possible dirty thing she'd ever heard. She forgot about it in a couple of minutes, as she was more interested in watching the movie... the movie she paid for with her well-earned money.

As the credits rolled, she heard somebody trying to stifle a cry. She looked over to her left, and the man who was yelling earlier was now in tears, over a happy ending to a romantic comedy.

(Y/n): No wonder the guy's sensitive over this, he missed them cheating on each other in the beginning!

She couldn't help but giggle a bit in her car. (Y/n) couldn't get a clear look at his face, but she saw that he was alone. And, kind of cute. Before she could say anything to the stranger, he looked over, saw her, and drove off.

(Y/n): Strange.

She drove to the Phillips 66 gas station, refueled, and went home.

November 17th, 1967
4:15 P.M.

(Y/n) decided to get some actual groceries from Sipes once she had run out of Honeycomb. One more day and she would finally be able to meet Dallas. She was elated. Finally, a new roommate, a new job, a new way of living.

*Ding*

(Y/n) picked up a small basket and walked down the aisle, waving at the cashier. The girl checked the groceries off of her mental list. A moment later, someone else walked into the store.

A greaser walked in, grabbed a box of Marlboro cigarettes, set down a quarter and a dime on the counter, and walked out.

(Y/n): Well that's easy shopping. Handsome one, too.

(Y/n) didn't realize she said that aloud. The girl made her way over to the front of the store. She saw the cashier smirking.

(Y/n): Great, she must've heard me.

"A real looker, right?" the old woman at the cash register mused.

"Certainly," the younger girl laughed in agreement.

After paying for her groceries, she drove back home.

November 18th, 1967
11:57 A.M.

She spent the entire morning preparing the apartment for Dallas to arrive. She just finished reorganizing the house, and decided to fix her hair in the mirror. The hairpin glided into place as she became lost in thought.

(Y/n): I wonder what he'll be like... Dallas. Hopefully he's nice. I wonder if he likes Honeycomb...

She walked back to the living room, fixing her skirt. A few minutes later, it was noon. Nothing. Ten minutes passed by. Nothing. He was likely to appear very soon, she was sure of it.

As if on cue, a knock was heard at the door. Elated, (Y/n) rushed to open it. On the other side of this door was the boy from the grocery store. He was quite tall, sharp cheekbones, and a jawline to match. He wore a leather jacket, a white shirt, and scuffed jeans. The girl found him very attractive, and started to blush.

(Y/n): Stop staring you idiot!

"Hi, I'm Dallas," he said, voice cracking slightly as his face reddened.

He continued, "You wrote the news advertisement... right?" He glanced behind him nervously.

The boy stared down the hall. Ponyboy and Johnny made faces at him, hidden from (Y/n)'s line of sight. (Y/n) heard a quiet cheer.

(Y/n): He brought friends?

Puzzled, the girl replied, "Oh um. Yes, of course... Where are my manners! My name is (Y/n). Please, come in."

"Can my friends come in too? They want to see the place."

"I don't see why not," she smiled.

The three shuffled into the apartment. The girl went to the kitchen, returning with a platter of chocolate-raspberry puff pastries to pass around. They toured the apartment for a while before Johnny and Ponyboy had to leave.

"It's been real nice meeting you guys!" the girl handed the boys some extra pastries on their way out.

"Thanks, (Y/n)!" The two boys exclaimed simultaneously.

They laughed and walked to the elevator.

(Y/n): Well now it's really showtime! I think this one's in the bag for now though... Don't mess this up, (Y/n).

2:31 P.M.

She and Dallas chatted over coffee. (Y/n) denied his offer of a cigarette, but he didn't take offense.

To her, it was just another thing that reminded her of her cousin. She was a heavy smoker, even before they started fighting. But (Y/n) didn't want to get into that.

"I'm sorry, I don't smoke."

"It's alright... I'm actually trying to quit."

He put the box of Marlboros back into the pocket of his leather jacket. He made a mental note to throw it out the next day.

That short sentence brought relief to the girl. For someone with a poor memory, it sure was hard to forget.

"That's great," she said, a light smile forming.

In a few short hours, the deal was made: Dally and (Y/n) were to share the apartment, and split rent in half. The boy went to his car to get the few boxes he brought with him. (Y/n) looked out of the window to see him across the street at a phone booth.

(Y/n): I knew I'd seen him from somewhere other than Sipes! But where?

She decided to forget it for the moment. The truth was bound to reveal itself in the end anyways. (Y/n) was sure of it.

By the end of the night, she had a home. The first real one in a while.

(Y/n): Now let's hope he doesn't snore!

Author's Note: The Junebeetle thing is supposedly real... in 1967 too. I spend half the time looking stuff up about Tulsa instead of writing lol. Sorry if this is moving super slowly,,, :[ I'm not the best at writing romances, even if it's all I publish on here. Promise I'll try to make it more interesting skksksksksk.