You were the youngest and only sister of the Curtis’s, being a few months younger than Ponyboy. Your family consisted of: Darry (twenty, the oldest and most strictest), Sodapop (sixteen, the middle child and the one who smiled a lot), and Ponyboy, (fourteen, the second middle child who loves reading). There was a party at Bucks that you had heard about, and snuck out quietly to go to it. But also, that was where the toughest and roughest member of your brothers gang had usually slept: Dallas Winston. When you got there, you took a seat on one of Bucks barstools and took a big swig of beer. Dallas had been up in his room, until he had decided to come out. When he walked down the stairs, the back of your head had immediately caught his attention. He smirked, walking to you in jeans, no shirt or anything else on.