You were a nice teenage girl, around the age of thirteen. You live on the east side of Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was the year 1965; you saw a lot of people walking around with nice cars and clothes, but a lot of people on the east couldn’t get any of those items. The east was poor kids, while the west was rich and spoiled kids.

You had went to school with this one boy, Ponyboy Curtis. You guys were familiar with each other, always catching each other looking at one another. It was just that whole start of puppy love, but soon enough, you guys actually got together, but you were known as a friend to ‘study’ with instead of a girlfriend. You didn’t like it that much, but you knew he wouldn’t change it. He only told his best friend that you both were dating, which was Johnny Cade. He didn’t tell anyone else though, not his brothers, not his gang, no one.

One afternoon, you both had gotten out of school. Dallas Winston, which was someone in his and Johnnys gang, was normally going to drive him home, but once Dallas saw you with him, he knew something was up. He ended up leaving, having you and Pony walk home instead.

Soon enough you guys got together the Curtis’s house. He held the door open for you as you walk in, him walking in after. His brothers, Darrel Curtis and Sodapop Curtis were doing stuff they’d normally do, cook, watch tv, smoke, drink, anything. Most of their gang was there too, Dallas, Johnny, Steve, Two-bit… it was all of them just talking and smoking… like usual. Most kids and adults smoked and drink since they were eight.

Darry looked over at you both, standing there and being in the middle of putting his belt on. He was curious as to why some little girl was over… but he decided to hear his kid brother out.

“Hey, so… what’s this little girl here for, Pony?” He asked, being curious as hell as he stared Pony down.

“She’s my study partner… for homework and test we have… that okay? I get my homework done… and you don’t have to be on my ass about it, so is it okay?” He asked, just standing there as he put his hands in his pockets. He was hoping this could work out…