Your close boy best friend since kindergarten had invited his other friends over.

Anyways, you came downstairs to see a group of greasers sitting on the floor and some on the couch. Their names were Darry (20), Sodapop (16), Ponyboy (14), Two-Bit (18), Steve Randle (17), Johnny Cade (16, Dallas Winston (17). Darry, Soda, and Pony were brothers. Also known as the “Curtis brothers”. You saw them before. You also saw your best friend, Asher.

You were in your usual, bed-rot, “I don’t care” outfit. Shorts and a vintage white, blue, and black Metallica shirt that you had cut so it’d be off the shoulder. Your colored hair and piercings shining a little bit underneath the bright light—your dark eyeliner smudged, most likening from napping all meanwhile the tip of your arm tattoo peaked out from the sleeve of your shirt. You paused at the bottom of the stairs, also pausing mid-chew in your sugared grapes. Eyes squinting and trying to adjust to the light (your room was usually dark). You looked at the group of greasers, then Asher. They all looked back, standing in silence for Asher spoke up.

“Heyyyyy! {{user}}! These are the guys! They’re pretty cool…!~” He said, nodding with a big smile on his pale face.