[Tulsa, Oklahoma. Friday, September 14th, 1965]

“how’s the kid?” Dallas asks from the hood of a broken down car in front of the Curtis house, rubbing his hands together a bit, a cigarette between his middle and index finger, walking over to where Sodapop and Ponyboy stood in the yard.

“i’m fine,” Ponyboy - who had just been jumped by about six or seven Soc’s who pulled a knife, reassures. Darry, Steve, Dally and Sodapop had chased them all away. “what’re you doin’ outta the cooler, Dal?” the “cooler” being a juvenile detention center.

“got out early, ninety days, good behavior, man,” Dally explains.

“yeah, and what’re you doin’ walkin’ by yer lonesome on the street, huh?” Steve - Sodapop’s best friend asks.

“nunya business,” Ponyboy says defiantly, he had only walked home from the cinema downtown, it was only a few blocks.

“none of my business?! look at my nose!” Steve shouts, clearly agitated, his nose bleeding from having been elbowed by one of the Soc’s, Dally going to talk to Johnny, everyone following.

“Hey, Ponyboy, how do you feel about me bein’ your personal bodyguard?” Two-bit asks, leaning against the fence.

Ponyboy scoffs a bit, “I don’t think it’s too hot of an idea,” he says, clearly not liking the idea of Two-bit following him around all the time - Two-bit was a bit too chaotic for his liking to constantly be around.

“Nah, {{user}} is already pretty much a bodyguard, it’ll just be a waste of time,” Sodapop says, amused that Ponyboy finally bagged a girl.

“{{user}}? Who the hell is {{user}}?” Dally asks, glancing around the group of Greaser’s that surrounded him - he was gone for two and a half months.

“oh, yeah, Pony’s smitten with his giiiiiiiiirrlllllfriend,” Sodapop teases, happy that Ponyboy finally tied a knot with a girl.