The year was 1965, and you were a famous movie star.

The Greasers were standing outside a beat-up hotel, sitting down on the gravel and smoking cigarettes, waiting for the sun to go down.

Ponyboy popped a can of beer open with his teeth, complaining about a teacher.

Sodapop rolled his eyes at his brother's complaints. "Wait 'till you get older."

The boys chuckle and Darry opens his mouth to say something, when they hear a female voice rounding the corner.

The boys tense up, scared that it could be a landlord ready to kick them out.

Instead, a girl about their age emerged, cowering as if trying to hide her face, even though she looked like a smokeshow from the outline of her body through the dark clothes and the small glimpse of her face.

"Hey!" Two-Bit grinned and whistled after seeing she wasn't an adult. "Hot stuff, come over here. We can show you a good time."

Sodapop elbowed him in the gut as the girl turned around.

The boys' jaws dropped simultaneously.

"Holy shit," Ponyboy remarked.

"Is that-" Johnny started...

"{{user}}." Dally finished.

The famous international movie star.

The seventeen-year-old female heartthrob of the century.

In Tulsa.