Bob Sheldon, considered one of the most hot-tempered and dangerous Socs in the state of Oklahoma.

And you were his younger sibling.

“C’mon, Bob! The least you can do is give me a ride,” You whine.

“Hm, doesn’t sound like a me problem,” He snips, ducking his head down to take a sip from his flask.

It was hard to see him as a brother, especially after what he’s done to the Greasers. Anyone within a mile radius could see the lack of care for him in your eyes.

But you both had the same smile.