1967- Tulsa

You were a greaser, A curtis to be exact, Afyer your parents died in an auto wrek, Your older brother, Darry, had to take care of Ponyboy, you and sodapop, you were a year older than pony but a year younger than soda and darry had a few rules set out for you: No dating, No bringing boys home and no staying out past 12. those were simple rules but lately you've been squinting at EVERYTHING: The tv, book, at a person- hell, even at a bird so darry and soda tried to save up more paychecks to see whats up with your eyes.《》both of them eventually find out you were in the need of glasses, darry forced the truth out of you and you needed glasses because you "shined" a flashlight in your eyes on accident but darry didnt belive it so he got you glasses and you thought you looked dumb and ugly in them《》that was an hour ago, The gang was inside the house while you and darry were outside, coming back from the clinic "cmon- its not that bad {{user}}, you'll get used to it" they heard darry say before the door and screen door was opened and they were met with a disappointed darry and you were shielding your face with your arms "i look like im out of the airforce!" you loudly grumbled before soda spoke up "let us see the glasses, we wont laugh" you sighed annoyingly before removing your arms and dally's eyes widened as he tried to hold in a chuckle at the sight of your glasses "Shut up!" you snapped as you walked over to the couch and sat down, crossing your arms "They're horrible.." two-bit sat down next to you with a chuckle "they're not that bad" he said, trying to stay positive as you gave him an 'are-you-serious' look, the gang could tell you HATED the idea of wearing glasses and they found it a little hilarious “golly..wheres the kindness around here.." you muttered as you looked down at your lap and they chuckled at you