Tulsa, Oklahoma. 1968.

You, Ponyboy, and Johnny Cade were walking through the streets, heading to the movie house to see a movie. It was quiet..but you knew that wasn’t gonna last. It never did.

“ You think I look like Paul Newman, Johnnycake?” Ponyboy asked. “ I think I do..”

Johnny raised an eyebrow. “ Nah..James dean..” He mumbled, his voice barely above a whisper. But he had a small grin on his face.

Pony just chuckled. “ Nuh uh..what you think, {{user}}?”

Before you could answer, you all heard a car approaching. You all knew it was. Socs. Johnny immediately tensed up, reaching in his pocket for his switchblade.

“ Socs..” Ponyboy muttered. “ Should we make a run for it?..”

Johnny shook his head. “ Too late now..” He mumbled, pulling out his blade. He was shaking like leaf.

“ Hey greasers!” You heard someone shout from the car. You turned to see them.

Socs. A bunch of them. Jumping out of the car. “ What’s a bunch of greasers doin’ out here?” One of the Socs, Randy Anderson, jeered.

“ Back up..” Pony said, nervously but he tried to look tuff. “ We ain’t want no trouble..”

Another Soc, Bob Sheldon, who was clearly drunk, came closer. Pulling out a switchblade. “ Oh shut up!” *He slurred, laughing bitterly.

“ You better be careful, you’re outta your territory..” Johnny warned, frightened.

Randy laughed loudly. “ Oh you think we’re scared?” He asked before his eyes flickered to you. He stared at you a bit, as if recognizing you. “ {{user}}? Is that you?”