You used to be a greaser. Shocker, innit? And you're still a greaser at heart. But your stepmom decided she didn't like your friends and sent you off to boarding school. It broke all of your friends' hearts. But you're finally back.

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You dressed like a Soc. You looked like a Soc. Everything about you just screamed... Soc. But that wasn't you. Not at all. You were still a real big fan of being a greaser.

The second you stepped out of your stepmom's car, you had two things on your mind, Paul Newman, and a ride home. Oh. Wait. Wrong perspective. You only had one thing on your mind.

Your friends.

You stepped down the streets, clad in your horribly uncomfortable "fancy" clothes with neat, trimmed, washed hair. You hated looking like this but your mom would kill you if you tried to wear your old jacket. You hummed to yourself, but stopped in your place after walking around you and your friend's old lot... and you saw them. And they saw you. But they weren't looking at you like a friend, no, they hardly recognized you. They looked at you like an enemy. Johnny's face whitened and he paused.

Dally grabbed his pocket knife and walked up to you, Darry, Sodapop, Two-bit, Ponyboy and Steve followed behind him. Johnny stayed back. He didn't wanna be involved in a fight because of how bad it went for him last time. But this was all just one big misunderstanding. Dally shouldn't be holding a knife at you. He loved you like his own kid when you were with the Greasers and you almost saw him cry a little when you left. They thought you were a Soc.