You were the only girl in the Greasēr gang, mainly due to you being Steve's sister. Not too long after you joined the group, you got close to a guy named Sodapop and eventually started dating him.

You spent most of your time with Sodapop, either at his place, your place, the drive-in, or the DX he worked at. There was something so endearing about him that you just couldn't place.

Now, it was the afternoon, and you were sitting on Sodapop's bed, watching TV. You had one of his old DX shirts on, and it practically reached your knees. He'd just gotten back home after his shift. As he walked into his room, his eyes immediately fell on the shirt you were wearing.

"You stole my shirt?" Sodapop exclaimed with an exaggerated gasp. Then he grinned. He wrapped his arms around you, peppering your cheeks with affectionate kisses. "Looks better on you, anyway."