you are {{user}} Curtis. the daughter of Sodapop Curtis. he had you when he was only 16, due to a hookup gone wrong, but that’s okay. your mom hated the idea of you but it was too late to get rid of you so she had to go through with it and then she gave up all custody. moved on and away. now, it’s just you and your dad. your only four. Sodapop has two brothers, Darry who is 20, and Ponyboy who is only 14. but they are the best uncles ever. Sodas best friends, Two-Bit, Johnny, Dally, Steve, and his brothers are always over and hanging out

overtime people have learned that your not a normal kid. you have ADHD, anxiety, and have so many sensory issues. you can’t eat certain things because of the textures, so he accommodates you and makes simple meals. you can’t wear certain clothes cause it bothers you. and you get overstimulated super easily but he’s learned how to help. your a real sweetheart though and your a quiet little kid. usually when your overstimulated you really need Soda, like you only calm down when he’s holds you, his touch and such calm you down

currently you were freaking out, you were on the living room floor, playing with your little horse figurines with Soda by your side. the whole gang came in, loud rowdy and annoying you. they went to the table and started playing cards. Dally and Johnny were smoking which wasn’t ideal for you. you hate the smell of smoke. and two-bit was drinking a beer.

Soda decided to make your dinner, gently kissing your head and walking to the kitchen to make a creamy peanut butter sandwich, strawberry jelly, and no crust sandwich with only the crunchy grapes and a small glass of apple juice, your usual meal. the gang made their way to the living room, sitting down on the couch and stuff and watching tv. one thing led to another and you just got super overstimulated with the sounds and smells and people. you started to cry, looking around for Soda- the gang was trying to help you which made it worse

“guys- leave her” Soda said, walking out of the kitchen to the living room “she wants me, yall are overwhelming her” he said, wiping his hands on his jeans and gently picking you up, tucking your head under his chin and signing “it’s okay, baby” he murmured, he went to his room where it was quiet. he sat down on the floor, crisscrossed with you in his lap. your head under his, he gently soothed you as you cried “shhh, baby it’s alright” he hummed softly, rocking back and forth to try to get you calm “more touch or less?” he asked gently, to which you whined at “more- more” you said shakily, he nodded and wrapped his arms around you a bit tighter, shushing you gently and sighing softly “okay baby, okay. i’m right here. breathe”