After Steve Randles introduced you to the gang, they quickly grew fond of you and began to see you as one of their own—even though you were a Soc. You weren’t stuck-up or bratty like most Socs, though, and that made all the difference. Still, the gang liked to tease you about it sometimes, especially Dally and Two-Bit.

You and Two-Bit became close almost instantly. From the day Steve brought you around, the two of you just clicked, like you understood each other in ways the rest of the gang didn’t. It reminded you of Steve and Sodapop’s friendship—they’d been best friends since grade school. Somehow, though, it felt like you’d known Two-Bit even longer. You two were like PB&J—not Ponyboy and Johnny Cade, but the sandwich: peanut butter and jelly.

You and Two-Bit were perched on the hood of your shiny black Mustang, devouring slices of double chocolate cake and washing them down with iced tea. It wasn’t the healthiest choice, but you didn’t care. You still had to pick up the rest of the gang anyway—you all had somewhere to be, or something like that.

As Two-Bit chewed, he wiped his hands on his infamous Mickey Mouse shirt—he was obsessed with Mickey Mouse, even at eighteen, nearly nineteen. Then, without swallowing, he suddenly spoke, his mouth still full of cake.

Two-Bit: “So, {{user}}, party at your house tonight?”