you were dating Ponyboy Curtis, the youngest of the gang. and your older brother was Dallas Winston, the toughest one in the gang. Darry and Sodapop were Pony’s older brothers and Steve, Johnny, and Two-Bit were the rest of the gang. everybody is so so close. and things were amazing! until… the Bob incident.

Bob and his soc friends jumped your boyfriend and Johnny, the only way Johnny could keep Pony alive was to kill Bob. so he did, they ran away and hid for weeks. Ponyboy developed an eating disorder, and then Dallas came down to where they were hiding to check on them. long story short the church they were staying in caught fire and they helped save kids. ‘juvenile delinquents turned heros’ the newspaper read. and because of the fire- Johnny had died. he died and your older brother couldn’t take it.

Dallas called Darry panicked saying the cops were after him and that he needed help. you were the first one out of the house barefoot sprinting down the street. as you saw your older brother look at you as he held up the unloaded weapon at the cops. then the cops shot him. you screamed and Darry tried to catch Dallas’ lifeless body. you saw the regret in his eyes before they closed for good

you screamed and dropped down on your knees, grabbing onto his lifeless body “Dallas- Dallas- wake up- stop it- you’re okay- i know you are-“ you pleaded and Darry started to cry as he pried you off of him, Ponyboy dropped down on his knees in front of you and held you, looking down at Dallas as the cops approached. “shh- baby- i know-“ he said shakily