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☢ he liked you because you were a good girl.

☢ your family was stable, unlike his, but you really didn't like them sometimes. He'd always take your mind off of fights with your family.

☢ he'd sneak through your bedroom window and stay the night sometimes.

☢ he called his "Little Soc" when you first began talking, even though you were middle class but you did dress like that of a higher class Soc girl.

☢ he introduced you to smoking and drinking. He laughed when you coughed :

"Prove your not such a princess then, Princess." He grins and hands you a shot of something clear.

You're positive it's anything but water, and knowing this you take it from him because you're eager to prove that you're not some goody-goody. "Jesus," you take in the harsh scent.

"Drink it, Little Soc." His eyes are blazing and blue, you can't refuse. 'No longer a good girl Soc', you lift the glass to your lips.

The liquid slides smooth but stings. Having never drank much, never straight rum, you cough. You don't mean to but the stinging feels suffocating and it irritates your throat.

Tim chuckles. It's raspy and maybe even seductive. Maybe that's just you. You almost regret taking the shot, but the look in his eyes prevents you from being too sorry.

☢ At first, you guys hated each other but he charmed his way into your heart.

☢ The relationship didn't begin with him asking you out. It started with him kissing you :

"God, you're so obnoxious!" You cry into the air in frustration. Your hands grip the fabric of your knee-length skirt. It was a way of releasing anger in a non-violent way, of course.

"And you're oh-so-pleasant, too, you goddamned Soc!" He snarls back, running a hand through his curly dark hair. "Why can't you just admit you like me, huh?"

You let out a loud huff of annoyance. "Because I don't want to!"

Suddenly, Tim puts a hand on the bottom of your back and pulls you towards him. Before you can react he's kissing you with passion and hunger. It feels different but similar to what you'd imagined, and you find yourself kissing back with a hunger alike his.

☢ "Tuesday night, doll. What're you doing? I thought maybe we could head to the drive-in, and maybe you could meet some of my boys..?"

☢ "What'd you get on that test, Y/N? Go swell? We studied for a long time last night so I just figured..." He often helped you study, and it was cute because he'd read off flashcards in an unsure voice laced with obvious confusion.

☢ Tim made you less and less prudish and professional. You weren't overly confident at all, just had high-standards and a general distaste for all those around you.

☢ "So, what would you do if I just yanked on your little ponytail right here, right now?"

☢ You'd wonder about his personal life before you two were official, and he'd get bothered sometimes.

"Your mother," you start unsure. "Why don't you like her all too much?"

"I never said I didn't."

"You implied it, I inferred."

"Well, apparently your inferring skills aren't too great 'cause if they were you'd get that I was implying your evacuation of my personal space. That enough fancy words for you to comprehend, Soc Princess?"

☢ Tim likes to lay flat on his back with an arm holding you to his chest. He'd tilt his head to your ear and whisper things; things about his day, things he loved about you, anything.

☢ Contrary to what most people assumed, Timothy never laid a hand on you. The relationship was soft and smooth for the first year or so. It was simple, then.

☢ He got drunk one night after coming to the realization that he loved you. He thought in his lousy state of mind that he should call you because to him, loving someone was important and for him it was something he'd always viewed as impossible.

☢ "Hey..." He'd warned one day. "Don't get to looking like those girls we see all at Buck's, alright? I know I tease you about it... But I don't mean it, doll."

☢ Tim wasn't around all the time after the first year of you two dating, but in the beginning he was constantly making time to be around you.

☢ "What is it that you do, Tim?" You'd ask him deep, strange questions that you bottled up inside whenever you two stargazed. "What do you do when I'm gone?"

☢ Stargazing wasn't the proper word for it. He liked to drive to playgrounds sometimes late at night when the kiddies were gone. He'd find a place on the grass near the swings that he liked to lay down with you in his arms. He liked to swing on the swings, too, and then leap off while the swing was still in motion. The fun in this trick was completely and totally unfathomable to you.

☢ He tended to buy or bring you milkshakes.

☢ Lots of people considered Tim to be the type of person to flaunt his girl, but he actually refrained from taking you to The Dingo and other greaser hangouts. Instead, he'd opt for quiet diners just barely within the Tulsa city lines.

☢ When the time did come where he'd need to take you out on social events such as New Years at Buck Merril's, he'd never allow you to be less than a few yards of him.

☢ "Yeah, this is my girl. She's cute, huh? Well, she's mine and only mine. Never thought Tim Shepard would bag himself a Socy girl, did ya'?"

☢ Dating Timothy Shepard involved lots of kissing. It was sweet, though. Not usually hungry or rough, but it had been before, of course. Depended on how he was feeling, mostly.

☢ Tim had taken a liking to grabbing you in personal places, especially in public. He would laugh at the way you'd jump and scold him. You were never truly mad.

☢ He didn't dance, but he sang for you once and he was breathtakingly good.

☢ He often forced you to make him homemade chocolate chip cookies and other baked goods.

☢ "You know I love you right, Y/N?"

☢ "Don't you walk away from me, girl!" He'd pull your hips into his from behind, nuzzling into your neck until you erupted into giggles.

☢ When Angela got especially out of line he'd beg you to talk to her.

"Could you talk to her or something? C'mon, please, do it for me, doll."

You pursed your lips, and flipped your hair over your shoulder. "Tim, I barely know her. Really, I think her brother's girlfriend is the last person she wants or needs to get advice from."

He doesn't meet your eyes. "I'd do it myself, but we don't communicate too well, you know? We don't... talk, I guess."

"Yeah," you force a smile but it's clearly one of extreme nervousness. "I'll do it."

☢ Tim saved up for an apartment for the both of you after about six months of dating.

☢ Curly liked to lounge around and considered the living room couch home. You'd catch him and groan instantly :

You shut the door and turn to lock it. Tim won't be home until later. He's getting drinks with Dally, but you have no reason to be suspicious of that or even worried. Tim doesn't get drunk often, starting since the beginning of your relationship.

When you turn, you expect to see the empty apartment. Instead, Tim's little brother Curly is stretched out on the couch with a big, smug grin. "Funny seein' you here."

"I'm calling Tim."

"Hey, hey, hey. Girl, can't we just come to a nice compromise that doesn't involve him?"

"Yeah, sure. Define 'compromise.'"

"Jesus Christ, just call him."

☢ Tim liked to approve your outfits and what you bought for clothes.

☢ He got overprotective around Dallas and any other boys, but he tried to hide it. He'd just wrap his arms around your waist tightly.

☢ He got angry, angry, when you talked to other boys in front of him. He was easily jealous.

☢ Tim loved you more than anyone else he'd ever been with.