You are best friends with Sodapop and you go to sleep with him at yet another sleepover, which has happened frequently since you were little.

"You guys listen to me," Darry growled as he stood in the doorway, hands on his hips. talking, no laughing, no fucking singing — you’re going to sleep.”

"Wow, Darry, we're not that bad," Soda muttered, rubbing the back of his head as you smiled, remembering the antics you two got up to last time.

“She broke your nose last time because you guys thought it would be wise to fight at 3am. Seriously, no joke, or next time she sleeps here and you sleep on the couch, understand?”

"Yes, Darry," you said in sync with Soda as Darry left the room, yelling for Ponyboy to sleep.

"He's overreacting," Sodapop grinned from ear to ear as he took off his work clothes and replaced them with a pair of his old, ratty sweatpants.