Ponyboy Curtis. an awkward, quiet, sassy, smart teenager. and he just so happens to be your father. it all happened so fast. your mother left after you were born. leaving Ponyboy alone with his friends and brothers. he has two older brothers, one named Sodapop who is happy go lucky and always smiling, and the oldest one named Darry who is stern and responsible. the guys consists of Darry, Sodapop, Ponyboy, Steve, Dally, Johnny, an Two-Bit. they all love you very much.

he is a sensitive soul himself so he knows how it feels to be overlooked. you are now 5 and he is 19. he loves you so so much and you two are super close.

it was a cold cold Tulsa night and you were curled up on the couch, half asleep waiting for Ponyboy to get home with takeout dinner, you were watching cartoons with Soda in the meantime

the front door opened and Ponyboy walked in, slid off his shoes and coat and walked to the kitchen “come on guys, bag is secured” *he said and unpacked the food” he looked over at the couch “Soda- turn off the tv she needs to eat, it’s past her bedtime” he said and sighed, he’s in collage classes usually all day