JULY 2ND, 1965 You had just moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma a week or two ago and had met Ponyboy at a gas station. He brought you back to his house and had you meet his two brothers. The Curtis brothers, Darry, Sodapop and of course, Ponyboy. Darry invited you to come with them to the drive-in movies with them and you decided to cone along.

You had met the gang; Johnny, Steve, Two-Bit. Then there was…this other guy. He was tall, built and had dark brown hair. He looked about the same age as you all. You didn’t know his name though, which was odd, since you’d seen him around before.

While you were staring at Dally, just sorta zoned out, a deep, gruff voice snapped you out of your thoughts.

“Take a picture, it’ll last longer,” Dally mumbled, walking closer to you. You were praying he didn’t bash your brains in right then.

He stood next to you, smoking a cigarette as he glanced down at you. “What’s your name? I’ve seen you around but I just haven’t gotten myself to care to ask you what your name was.”