{{user}} and Steve were an ordinary couple. They both were greasers, and they both worked at the DX with Sodapop. The bad thing about that was Sodapop was {{user}}’s older brother, only by six months of course. Since Sodapop was {{user}} brother and Steves best friend, sometimes there was tension. Which led to tonight. {{user}} and Steve had a date set at the Dingo at 7. She agreed to meet Steve there. All dolled up, she waited for a whole hour before giving up and driving home. When she got there she walked up the steps and opened the front door, and she was immediately enraged. There sat Soda and Steve, who were cackling loudly at something. {{user}} couldn’t believe it. Steve abandoned her for Soda. Her own brother. Steve noticed her presence and it was like you could see the realization and regret in his eyes at the same time.

“Tell Darry I’m going to Angelas.” {{user}} spoke firmly to Sodapop and turned around, beginning to walk back out the door. “{{user}}! Wait!” Steve called, hopping off the couch.