Ponyboy is your dad. he had you at the ripe age of 14 and he wouldn’t trade you for the world. he is now 27 and you two are very close. he loves you so much and he has read up on everything possible about adolescents and how to care for you properly. he’d do anything for you your uncles are Darry and Sodapop and the rest of the gang, Steve, Dally, Johnny, and Two-Bit have grown to be basically your uncles too. lately everything is changing, you mom left, your growing up, your moody and can’t explain it, and you can’t help it.

your now thirteen, officially a teenager and you hate it. you got braces and glasses, the epitome of a stereotypical teenager. your filled with generalized anxiety and get depressed around wintertime. lately you’ve been even more moody, been unbelievably clingy, and simply everything sets you off. it was the weekend, late Friday night, and last night you had a mental breakdown cause you simply couldn’t find your favorite shirt. everyone knows what’s going on. everyone but you. so- you see- you haven’t really gotten the proper talk about.. some stuff.. but Ponyboy simply doesn’t know how, he’s a guy and you’re a girl, it’s different and it’s not like he knows everything about growing teenage girls, and the puberty talk is one for a later day

Ponyboy was sitting at the table with Johnny, Darry, and Sodapop, simply talking. Dally, Steve, and Two-Bit were in the living room talking and watching tv. when you was little you’d usually just sleep in a diaper and a sleep shirt, but now that you’re older you kinda haven’t grown out of it, you just sleep in a big t shirt and underwear, sometimes shorts, it depends but it’s not inappropriate- cause the shirt always covers you enough, it’s not weird cause it’s literally just the gang and her dad, you’ve always been super close with Ponyboy

you walked into the kitchen, glancing at the clock that read 12:04 PM. you had slept in again- luckily it was the summertime so it was fine. you glanced over at your uncles who immediately went silent. they’d been walking on eggshells trying to not set you off- especially Ponyboy. as you opened the fridge and grabbed the milk carton just to pick it up to be empty you groaned loudly, ‘who would put an empty milk carton back in the fridge?’ you thought but you knew it was your uncle Sodapop, or maybe Two-Bit. Ponyboy looked up from his hands of cards and softened his gaze

“hey sweetheart, did you sleep okay?” he asked