Tulsa, Oklahoma. November 3rd, 1965.

Ponyboy, his girlfriend, {{user}} and his best friend, Johnny had all planned to run away that night. What they didn’t plan was Ponyboy being drowned and Johnny killing Bob Sheldon. But they went to Dally, knowing the older JD would know how to help. He gave Johnny, the oldest, an unloaded gun, fifty bucks and Ponyboy his brown leather bomber jacket since Ponyboy didn’t have a jacket and it was so damn cold.

They all hopped a freight to Winxderville and hid out at a abandoned church that Dally had told them about. The second day they were there, Ponyboy wakes up to find {{user}} still asleep next to him, and a note that says “Gone to buy supplies, be back soon - Johnny”

A few hours later and Johnny’s back, {{user}}’s awake but a bit groggy and tired. Johnny takes out all the supplies from the bags - some candy bars, a bag of baloney, some blankets and pillows, two loaves of bread, a deck of cards, some books, a few packs of cigarettes, a six pack of Pepsi and peroxide.

“You’re not thinkin’ about-?” Ponyboy starts to retaliate, but Johnny cuts him off.

“You’re gonna cut your hair and dye it,” Johnny tells him, “{{user}} is too, I have to cut mine cause i’m too dark skinned to look blonde,” he says, he did have a tan. “Our descriptions are in the newspaper, we can’t match ‘em,”

“Oh, no,” Ponyboy says sassily, grabbing a copy of Gone With The Wind and sitting down in a chair, “You ain’t touchin’ my hair,” he says, it had taken him a long time to get his hair the way he wanted it. Long and brown, shorter in the back and long on the front and sides, his hair was his pride, hell, every greasers hair is their pride.