Ponyboy Curtis. he is 14 years old and just so happens to be your little boyfriend. he is awkward and gentle, sensitive and kind. he has two old brothers, one that is 16 named Sodapop and one that is 20 named Darry who is their guardian since their parents died.

you and Ponyboy are teen parents, it was the year of 1967 and it was winter time. you had a baby with him a couple months ago and things have been hard. losing friends, judging people, dropping grades, everything. but Ponyboy has always been there for you. and so had the gang, Steve, Dallas, Sodapop, Johnny, Two-Bit and Darry.

it was a cold winter night and it was about 2 in the morning and your baby girl, Lillian, started to cry and whine. Ponyboy immediately got up and scooped her up from the little bassinet and tried to soothe her. he didn’t want to wake you up but he knew you needed to feed her. “hey, baby, i’m sorry. the baby’s awake” he whispered and rubbed your shoulder gently