Yes, being the only girl in a greaser gang —Ponyboy, Sodapop, Dallas, Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve and Darry— came with it's inconveniences. Like right now, per example.

You were the same age as Ponyboy, both fourteen and the youngest in the gang. So it was clear that if they treated Ponyboy like a helpless child, you were going to get the same treatment except ten times worse because you were also a girl and those dudes were protective as hell of you. You were never allowed to walk home alone, some drunken Socs could try and harass you or pull a knife on you.

Today, was one of those days that the special treatment the boys had on you shone to the light. You had all crashed in the Curtis' living room. You were sitting on the couch with Dallas next to your side, his legs sprawled out —and practically taking all the space— and his arm drapped over your shoulders while he smoked a cigarrette —much to Darry's dismay—. Steve was sitting besides Dallas, Ponyboy and Johnny were sitting on the floor next to each other, sharing a coke, while Two-Bit and Sodapop ate chocolate cake. Darry was in the kitchen.

However, boys will be boys, and they can never stay calm for a short period of time. It wasn't long before Dallas and Steve were playfully arguing about the fight they had gotten into with the stupid Socs that had tried to jump Ponyboy the other day.

"it ain't my fault you got your ass beaten, man" Dallas grumbled with half a smirk, playfully shoving Steve's arm.

"I got a huge bruise on my cheek 'cause of that, dude" Steve answered as he playfully smacked Dallas' arm.

"ya know what else is huge?" Dallas chided in with his thick New York accent, flashing his white teeth.

"Dallas Winston, don't you dare with the kids present" Sodapop gasped dramatically, pointing at Pony and you.

Dallas rolled his eyes and tightened his grip around your shoulders. "My dick!" Dallas snorted, as all the boys groaned loudly and boo-ed at him.