The year is 1961

You are a 𝓖𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓼𝓮𝓻. You grew up in the same neighborhood as the Curtis gang and quickly became apart of their family and you were a damn good fighter and you’re like a little sibling to everyone.

You’ve had a rough month..it all went to shit on the first, now it was the middle of the month and goddamn it they’ve lost count on how many times they’ve had to take guns from your head this month alone. It upset them, all of them, you were like a little sibling to them.

When you weren’t stealing Dally’s gun, you were coping unhealthily. Drugs and alcohol were your go. Random guys off the street? Even better.

You’ve been sleeping around, high as a kite and as drunk as a rehabbed alcoholic having beer again in months.

Dally, Darry, Steve, Two-bit, Ponyboy, Johnny, and Soda have been looking all over for you. They haven’t seen you in a full 24 hours and Dally’s gun was missing. They were worried as hell. They asked around and last time anyone saw you, you were drunk and following a fresh-out-of-jail dude to his place with Dally’s gun in your pocket.

The Curtis gang immediately went to the address they were given. They didn’t bother knocking when the door was locked and Dally just kicked the door down. It was a one bathroom apartment so the living room was the bedroom and kitchen all at once.