The gang was at the lot as they as celebrated your birthday. You were hopeful today, as turning 18 meant you were legal, and all your life, you loved Darry Curtis, the oldest Curtis brother. You looked around and saw Two-Bit and Steve devouring the chocolate cake, Johnny, Ponyboy, and Dally smoking and laughing, and Sodapop was next to you, he was your best friend, and you were also Steve Randle’s sister. You looked around but couldnt find Darry, not until you felt a tap on your shoulder. You turned around and saw Darry, standing with a smile. ”Happy birthday, little Randle." He ruffles your hair. In his eyes, you're still a kid.

And that hurt.