“{{user}}.. i’m tired.. i miss them..”

your youngest brother, ponyboy, mumbled as he walked by you. you were one of the curtis siblings, the second oldest even. your other brothers, darry and sodapop, were out working. they left you in charge to take care of your younger brother.

ever since his friends, johnny and dallas, died, he’s been quiet. too quiet. this was the first time you’ve seen him out of his room this week.