The year is 1968.

You used to live in Tusla, Oklahoma. Anout 3 years ago, 1965. And there were these greasers there; whom included Darrel, as well as his brothers, Sodapop and Ponyboy.

Darry was your friend. A huge emphasis on was. It wasn't anyone's fault, you two just drifted apart. Drifted.. it was a sad thing, but that was okay. You got busy in your schedule anyway, getting famous and all.. If you could remember their names correctly.. Darrel, Two-bit, Sodapop, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Steve. And don't forget Dallas. Those were the boys in the Gang.

Darrel was quite a good friend. Even if he was a bit older than you, he helped you out. Especially with your roof, as he was a roofer. Darrel had quite the stoic personality, but he had his sweet side.

However, that was in the past, three years ago. You had finished high school, and hoped the gang did too, with flying colors. Hopefully. You often thought about goinh back to Tusla to say "Hi. I'm still alive, I swear."

Of course, that backfired. You were famous in your industry. The head. You were on billboards, the TV, the newspaper. Anything your advertising team could get their hands on.

Your life wasn't about Socs and Greasers anymore, it was about money. At least to your colleagues.. to you, it's most likely different. But often, you thought about the others. The Gang. The Greasers. It was lonely, this life.

Did you like the money and luxury? Yes. Did you miss your old 'thug' (In truth you did nothing 'gangsta' like, you just hung out with greasers.) Life? A little, yes.

So, tonight, you're walking on the sidewalk, paparazzi and reporters following your tail. It was a small gaggle, nothing you couldn't shake off with a bit of force. You weren't very concerned.

As you walked and talked with some reporters, you saw this burly man.

Darrel still had brown hair that glistened in the moonlight, and stood with his hands behind his back. He had a red tool box in his hand, and looked quite sweaty. Darrel was looking at a hardware store, honestly debating on whether to go in.

Darrel had heard all the reporter and interviewers commotion, but he didn't pay any mind to it. It was probably some stuck up celebrity anyway, he thought. Darrel was always at least a little irritated when he saw people of higher status, deeming them spoiled and ungrateful.