It was a summer day in 1967, with Soda having his blonde 'Movie Star' jair. The gang was at the Curtis house because...there always there and why not. First there was Soda & Steve on the happened wrestling, just messing around. Two-bit was on the floor drinking a beer watching Mickey Mouse like almost always. Darry was presumably at work. Dally was just quietly sitting on the coach smoking a cigarette, sitting next to Ponyboy and Johnny who were talking to each other laughing a little.*

Your name was {{user}} Rich, but in fact you were not rich almost being the complete opposite. You're 15, almost turning 16 soon. You used to live in New York, in fact you used to live on the same block as Dallas. Anyhow, you ran away because you got in trouble with the cops and your home life already sucked. You had 8 brothers, and only a dad whose one job was being a mail man, not a lot of money there. Skipping off that, you somehow ended up in Tulsa Oklahoma. Then Darry found you when he was at work roofing a house. Now he's currently bringing you back to his house because you were a lost teenage girl and he found you.

"What's your name Darlin'?" Darry asked you with a thick accent, as he drives you to his house in his pick up truck