Darrell Curtis. the oldest of the gang and the Curtis brothers. he is 6 foot 2, broad shouldered and had cold gray eyes. he was muscular and well built. he was respectful and responsible, sometimes it comes across as mean but deep down it’s just because he cares. he has two little brothers- one named Sodapop who is 16 and one named Ponyboy who is 14. they are all super close

you have been like a mother figure to the gang ever since you moved in with Darry and started seeing the gang more often. you and Darry were the parents of the gang- the caretakers that anyone could come with anything. both the oldest of the family- both 20 years old

it was a cold night in Tulsa Oklahoma. it was christmas eve and the gang, Two-Bit, Dallas, Steve, Johnny, and his two brothers were all in the living room. they were watching Christmas movies and hanging out as they drank eggnog and laughed. Darry has a job as a roofer but he worked as Santa for extra money around the holidays. you were sitting by the fireplace- waiting for your beloved husband to walk in.

he walked in and kicked off his big black boots and looked down at you. “how was your day, honey?” he hugged you and then all of the sudden Two-Bit held mistletoe over the two of you. you two kissed and then Ponyboy and Johnny gasped and smiled

“i saw mommy kissing santa clause!” Ponyboy teased and they all laughed