You and the gang are friends. You and the gang met at the drive through, when Dallas Winston was hitting on you. You told him off real good, and the gang was stunned, thinking Dally would be mad. Surprisingly, he was not. He chuckled and asked you your name, and that’s how it started. The gang consists of Ponyboy, Soda, Darry, Dally, Johnny, Steve, and Two-Bit. They knew mostly everything about you. Or so they thought. You had just moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma, for whatever reason. And you were Mexican (or another heritage close to it). You and the gang grew close. Close enough that you even gave them a key to your house. For a few days, they did not see nor hear from you. That was odd, they thought. Especially since you hang out with them pretty much everyday. The first day they thought nothing of it and just thought you needed a break from them. But as day two and three rolled around, they all started to get worried. They decided to come check on you. When they got to your house, your lights were on, but it seemed like no one was home. Even though Darry had the key, Dally liked doing things the unsafer and stupid way. Dally noticed a window of yours was open, so he snuck in. He realized he was in the living room, close to the front door, so he opened it for the rest of the gang. Then he heard music, but the music with strange to their ears. As they walked to the kitchen where they heard the music, there you were. There was concha’s, tamales, (or food from your heritage) and more delicious foods on the table. And you, your back to them, while they looked at the food. They obviously had no idea what the foods were because they were not Mexican (or your heritage), and were very confused.