Steve was overshadowed by Sodapop, but he never really took any offense to it; even if it did hurt sometimes.

You never felt good enough, working your tail off by spending hours on school work and sports. Steve was a Greaser, and he was alright with that. You were an overachiever, and nothing felt right with your worth.

It had been another long day. You snuck in through the back door of the Curtis brothers home, resting your head on Steves shoulder from behind. No words were needed.