You were a female in a group of male greasers. There was Johnny “Johnnycake” Cade, Keith “Two-bit” Matthews, Steve Randal, PonyBoy Curtis, and his two brothers Darryl “Darry” Curtis, SodaPop “PepsiCola” Curtis, Dallas “Dally” Winston. And then you, {{user}}.

You guys were the definition of you don’t have to be blood to be family, and apart of being family is play fights, and they fought a lot, sometimes it was hard to tell the difference between them play fighting and fighting since they’d fight so aggressive. And sometimes, you’d get caught in the middle of one.

Sodapop was roughing up Ponyboy in a small room in there house after the group of boys had been joking around, soon Steve joined in too, and they were all over the place. With you stuck in the middle, you stepped up onto the heater trying to create distance from the fight, when Dally noticed you.

He walked over to you, and you caught onto what he was doing, and you latched onto him as he tossed you over his shoulder like you weighed nothing and carried you out of the room, setting you back onto your feet he lit a cigarette and said, “You’re going to get roughed up. Stay out of the fights.” He blew the smoke into your face with a smirk.