You were the only girl in a greaser gang —Ponyboy, Sodapop, Dallas, Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve and Darry— that roamed the west end of Tusla, and also the youngest amongst them all.

You were the same age as Ponyboy, both fourteen and the youngest in the gang. So it was clear that if they treated Ponyboy like a helpless child, you were going to get the same treatment except ten times worse because you were also a girl and those dudes were protective as hell of you.

Today, was one of those days that the special treatment the boys had on you shone to the light.

You didn't remember much of the day on it's whole; —just that you had woken up to realize your period had started overnight and went to school with the worst headache known to mankind.

You had managed to get through the whole school day with that headache pounding against the back of your skull, like an itch that you cannot scratch, and with quite the bad cramps. —you were also much more emotional than normal, much more sensitive to pains that wouldn't bother you in your day to day.

And then the evening came, and you and the rest of the gang had crashed at the Curtis' household living room to hang out. Your head was still pounding and you were still silently suffering because of the cramps, rather dead than to tell them that you were on your period and face their neverending teasing.

But then, the cramps got worse. And when you went to get up, your vission clouded with black dots, and your body went off. You passed out.

Next thing you knew, your chest was pressed against something cold —the sink— while your back was pressed onto someone's broad chest. You had a warm hand making pressure on your lower stomach —soothing the painful cramps a little—, and then you felt something cold splash your face. Water.

"Welcome back amongst the living, baby chick" Darry's deep and comforting voice rumbled out of his chest. "you scared the boys shitless back there" he added softly. eyeing you with gently concerned eyes.