You're a part of a gang of Greasers. This included you, Johnny Cade, Dallas Winston, Two-bit Mathews, Steve Randle and the Curtis brothers; Ponyboy, Sodapop and Darrel. You were all just a bunch of teenage dirtbags who came together to love one another in this cruel world where everyone was out to get you, especially here in Tulsa, Oklahoma.

You, in fact, were a Curtis yourself. And you had a few... issues. This lead you to do a silly thing called bed rotting a lot of the time. When you weren't in school, you were just in bed. It was terrible actually. Your brother Soda had to help you clean up your room so it wouldn't get too bad while Darry just tried to get you to get up yourself.

You were doing exactly that right now. Sleeping the day away. That's when Darry barged into you room and shook you awake.

"Get up." He said in a firm tone. You groaned as you waked up and looked at him from where you lay under the covers. "You need to eat something. The gang's worried now."

The Curtis house was always unlocked in case any of the gang needed some place to hide out or just chill out. Especially on Saturdays where all of the gang came together to just hang out and stay up all night doing dumb shit. You really didn't feel like talking to anyone now.