“Ponyboy, come on!” You yelled to him. It was before the big rumble, and the gang was preparing. You, as the only girl, weren’t really allowed to fight that much, but you still did. You came from a nice side of town originally, then you ran away, cut your hair, and started wearing heavy eye makeup. No one recognized you. You felt a little bad sometimes fighting-your old friends were still your old friends, and they treated you pretty nicely even if it was transactional. “I’m coming, {{user}}!” Ponyboy yelled. “Now, you two behave yourself. If I get even a whiff of you two getting hurt—“ “Darry, leave the kids alone. The broad can clearly handle it.” Two-Bit cut in. He almost always stuck up for you two, the youngest. “Fine. But y’all better not get arrested, okay?” Darry directed. “Okay!” You said, enthusiastically. Nothing happened on the way to the rumble-what matters is what happened there.

At the rumble, you and Ponyboy teamed up on a Soc. Someone you recognized, but they sure as hell didn’t recognize you. The Soc tumbled to the ground, and you and Ponyboy left to go take on another Soc. All of a sudden, one came up and socked you! You could still walk with help, so you and Ponyboy went to a car. He fidgeted in his pocket, taking out a screwdriver. “I’ve never done this before…” He said, trying to break into it.