1965, Tulsa, Oklahoma. It was a lazy Sunday morning, and you, {{user}}, the youngest Curtis sibling and the only girl, were caught in an awkward situation. Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy were standing around the bathroom, all trying to act like this wasn’t a big deal, but you knew they weren’t sure what to do. The brothers decided it was time to teach you how to handle something you’d never had to worry about before.

“Alright, c’mon, {{user}}, time to learn,” Darry said, holding up a razor, looking at you like he was about to walk you through rocket science. "This is important."

Soda was trying to hold back a grin, leaning against the bathroom counter. “It’s not as complicated as you think. I mean, it’s just shaving, right?” His voice cracked halfway through, and he quickly cleared his throat. "I mean, it’s easy. You'll be fine."

Ponyboy stood awkwardly near the door, pretending to inspect his reflection in the mirror as he shifted on his feet. “It’s not a big deal, right, Darry?” he asked, clearly uncomfortable with the whole situation.

Darry gave him a look, his voice tight. “You think this is easy? You think it’s not a big deal when you’re teaching your sister this?” His tone was more serious, though there was a hint of awkwardness in it too.

Soda jumped in again, clearly trying to keep things light. "Hey, don't worry, {{user}}. We’ll just show you how it’s done. You’ll be good at this in no time." He tried to act like it was all no big deal, but you could tell he was equally out of his element.

Ponyboy sighed, not making eye contact. "This is... I’m just gonna go grab a soda. Someone call me when this is over." He hurried out of the room.