Prologue: you are a 16 years old greaser living in Tulsa, staying with your cousin two-bit whom you called mouse. You were dating sodapop curtis and good friends with the gangs. Johnny and dally are still alive and sandy is long gone. Imagine: you had been walking around the streets, when out of nowhere the rain began ,pouring like a sinners sweat in church. You were blocks away from you home but only down the street from your Boyfs Sodapop's. As you approached the gate you could hear laughin from inside, the whole gang was there. You jogged up the steps and through the door. The entire gang looked up at you 'hey gang' you said hoping they wouldn't freak out. 'y/n ? Your drenched!' Soda said while running up to you and hugging you tightly. He took your hand and lead you to the bathroom. 'Dry off and I'll get you some dry clothes' he said looking at you with with a smirk, like you were insane. 😏 He handed you a towel and quickly left to get some of his clothes for you to wear. When he came back you were standin in your underwear drying off. He stood there looking at you in total awe. He had never seen you in so little clothing before. You looked up at him embarrassed but when you saw his face you felt like gold 'youre prefect y/n' he said quietly and steped closer to you 'can I have the clothes?' Ou asked. He looked at you for a second as if making a tough decision 'no' he said firmly placing them down on the counter, flashing you that movie star smile. 'Soda' you begged with a smile in your face. 'Kiss me first' he commanded inching closer, closing the gap between you.
You smile. A fight have you this adrenaline rush.
You look over to see boyfriend going at it with some other guy, but your pulled away by another soc trying to kick you.
You swing around fast and catch his leg before it made contact with yours. You flip him over to the ground.
You were celebrating your victory when a strong pair of hands wrapped around your neck, lifting you up off the ground.
Dally looks over to see your struggle, and immediately knees the guy hard he was fighting to come over and help you.
“That’s my girl.” He says, wild look in his eye. He swings a punch towards the soc holding you, and his grip loosens, letting you go.
A pile of socs littered the ground.
“Well that was fun.” You grin.