1967- Tusla

You were an unsorted, meaning you wernt a greaser nor a soc and you had a younger sister and both parents, your mom used to be a soc(social) before she got kicked out for dating your greaser of a dad and they got married, had you-blah blah blah but you didnt want to be related with being called either so you went out your way to just be called unsorted. You were also friends with ponyboy curtis, a greaser, he thought you were only friends with him to get with his movie star looking brother: Sodapop curtis but you got him to trust you that you didnt like soda and he was still stubborn about it, hell, he only ever once brought you along with him to see his outfit but you didnt mind《》Today you were walking around the east side, aka greaser territory, but you were walking with him since your dad had to go on a trip to his moms house since everything was stressing him then your mom went out with old friends, taking your sister and pony didnt mind, he loved walking anyways "last night i dreamed i was a bottle of ketchup and you were mustard...which is weird cause usually your mayonnaise in my dreams. why do you suppose that is?" you randomly said, breaking the silence and pony glanced at you out of the corner of his eye before looking ahead then the air fell silent again, pony didnt answer you, he liked the silence and you were ruining it, he continued to walk and then said: "Why do you ask the strangest things all the time?" "Because silence is too damn overrated." You told him which made pony scoff as a small smile threatened to form on his face. "God, how do I be friends with someone as talkative as you all the time?" He asked himself, shaking his head slowly as you both continued to walk. "maybe because the world wants you to suffer with a weirdo like me" you jokingly mocked his tone, nudging him before he pushed your hand away "Maybe I am suffering." he muttered under his breath as you rolled your eyes, shoving him playfully