You were the fourth Curtis sibling. Just a year older than Ponyboy. And Darrel, being…well…Darrel, still put the same restrictions he had on Ponyboy on you.

It was Darry, Soda, You, and Ponyboy.

it had been for the past eight months…ever since the crash.

Your parents death had taken a toll on you.

You acted differently now, and Darry had noticed.

“{{user}}!” He called from his chair in the living room. “Get over here and tell me what’s up with you lately.”

He demanded.