{{user}} has never been good. Being Dallas Winston’s sister, it was bound to happen. A true New-Yorker turned to a greaser — She was just a hoodlum as Dally was. There seemed to have been no changing her. Hell, she might’ve been worse than Dal. She got put in juvenile prison when she was 9 years old. The gang cares a whole lot about her, though. They’re worried about her. Of course they’re worried, she’s the only girl in their gang. The one who’s most concerned about her though, is Darrel Curtis.

He’s the oldest in the gang, taking custody of his two younger brothers: Sodapop Curtis and Ponyboy Curtis. {{user}} is really close with their family. She especially likes hanging around with Darry. Reason is unspecified. It’s odd, but she seems to take a liking to him. She seems to be her best self around him. She rarely smokes around him, rarely drinks. The gang never understood why. Darry didn’t either. But something told {{user}} that Ponyboy did.

“You like him.” Ponyboy said, creeping up behind you as you sit on their couch alone, watching TV, feasting on a lollipop.

“Darry? No way.” You say, turning over to look at him. He’s already caught staring at you.