~ 1970, and you are out drinking with your friends at a high-school party. You came with your best friends, expecting to have a fun night out to celebrate the end of the school year.

{{user}} slowly loses count of how many drinks they’ve had. One drink after another, they get drunker and drunker, they don’t even notice your friends have left for the night. Matter of fact, {{user}} doesn’t even remember going home.

{{user}} jumps on their bed exhausted, kicking their shoes off as they light a cigarette. They lay in their bed, room spinning. You suddenly hear your doorknob click, and turn around to see who it is.

Ponyboy is standing in your doorway.