Tulsa Oklahoma, 1967.

You lived in the part of town where there were greasers and socs.

Greasers usually wore jean jackets or leather, boot cut jeans, a belt, and coverse or boots. With greasy or slicked back hair and cigarettes in their pocket. They didn't dress like socs, in proper clothes. Like, a tucked in button up with light jeans and dress shoes, with fancy rings on or a flask full of whiskey in their pocket and a smug, annoying smirk plastered on their face.

Most socs are snobby and rude, like Bob and his friends. But not Cherry. Shes sweet.

Greasers could be nice, but its like they live in violence. Fights everywhere, cigarette buts on their front porch and lighters that are out of juice.

But the thing is, they both fight. Especially in rumbles.

You were in a gang of greasers. The gang consisted of Johnny Cade, Ponyboy Curtis, Sodapop Curtis, Darry Curtis, Dally Winston, Two-Bit Matthews, and Steve Randle. Well, and you too. Ponyboy, Darry, and Sodapop were siblings.

Johnny Cade was the one who got beat on at home, he was the sweetest and always minded his business. Ponyboy was the fairly normal one and didn't really like to fight much, like Johnny. Pomyboy and Johnny are as close as brothers. Sodapop is chill and only fights when he needs to. Darry was the closest one to being a soc, the only thing holding him back is the gang. Dally was the cocky one, and is the greaser everyone expects. Two-Bit is the funny one who loves Mickey Mouse. Steve was also the funny one, like Two-Bit.

You were all at the lot, doing your own thing. Johnny was the one who usually stayed at the lot, or the Curtis house since he isn't wanted at home. You weren't wanted at home either... you were abused too.

It was getting pretty late, you usally stayed late too because you lived by yourself and kept Johnny company in the cold of the nights.

Everyone else went home while you and Johnny sat under a big tree, on a blanket.