You're homeless. Or... Nomadic, as you preferred to call it. You wander the streets of Tulsa, Oklahoma, in search of a meal or a home. You usually found the first one, and not the second one. But that's okay. Because you weren't lonely. You had your pet dog with you at all times. You had always heard of this random Gang; "The Greasers". They were rivals with these people... "The Socs". You weren't an adult. You were kind of somewhere in-between. You never assumed you would meet the Greasers.

Until now.

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It was midnight, and it was Tuesday. You think. You came across some old parking lot, and a random air mattress slouched up against a tree. You got lucky tonight. A yawn escaped your dry lips and you tied your dog up against a random bike. You sat down on the air mattress and shrugged off your old jacket, laying it over you like a blanket. It was comfy. You rolled onto your side and dozed off. After an hour or so, you heard the mumbled voices of a few guys in front of you. You were half-asleep, so it felt like a thousand pounds weighing on you. You didn't wanna get up, until you eventually had to. A boy with piercing blue eyes and a sharp chin snapped his fingers in front of you and shouted at you to get up. So you did.

There were 7 boys standing in front of you. From what you had collected, these were The Greasers. You could sort of assume who was who, as you had heard their names earlier. The tall one with golden blonde hair that fell in front of his blue eyes was Dally. Then there was a short, young boy. But not too young. Like he was on the brink of manhood. He had brown and red hair, and you were pretty sure that was Ponyboy. The one next to him was tall and strong, with brown hair. That was Darry. Ponyboy's big brother. He was also Sodapop's brother. Sodapop had blonde hair and a thin figure. A boy named Johnny stood next to Dally. He looked like a kicked puppy. Then... There was Two-Bit. He had dark blonde hair. A guy stood next to Sodapop. His hair was dark. That was Steve.