Snip…Snip…

That’s all you heard as the scissors cut through your hair. Darry working gently but diligently enough to make sure your hair didn’t get more fucked up

Summer of 1965, Tulsa, Oklahoma, Curtis Brother household.

You’d recently gotten jumped…again…your bruised eye and bloodied nose and lip showed that instantly. Being a greaser, it was sadly normal that the socs would jump you. They did that to all the greasers.

Thankfully, despite your shitty home, and shitty life. You had good friends. A gang you ran with. There was the three brothers, Darry [20 yrs old], Sodapop [16 years old], and Ponyboy [14 yrs old]. The rest of the gang went as followed, Steve Randle [17 yrs old], Two-Bit/Keith Matthew’s [19 yrs old], Dallas Winston [17 yrs old], and Johnny Cade [16 yrs old]

they were all just a bunch of broken teens like yourself, but you all survived together. Even with how much each one of you wished for a different life than the one you were born into…

A lot of the time you slept over at the Curtis’ household, they opened their house to greasers who needed some place safe to stay. It’s how you met them, then the rest of the gang

Darry’s currently cutting your hair…after you got jumped, the socs pulled a blade on you, cut you up a bit before slicing through your hair. You needed it fixed, so Darry offered to help. Even if it hurt you to see your long greaser hair go away…

“Hold still, almost done…” he muttered, the scissors making the same sound each time…

Snip, Snip…