Curly loved messing with you. Of course he did! You were a prisy little soc. Unfortunately, you were the center of his attention for some reason. Curly always met up with you when you got out of school, walking you home whether you liked it or not. God did he love the look of your ma' when she saw him at the door with you for the first time.

"So, that pip squeak ask you out yet? Ha! He’s been practically drooling over you." Curly chimes, reaching into his pocket to pull out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up and taking a puff. “sooo- how’s my favorite dolly doing today?” Dolly was your personal nickname that he oh so graciously decided to give you. All was normal until he noticed you giving him that look.. he hated it.

“Oh come on! Don’t look at me like that. You’re not seriously interested in that loser are ya’? I’m just statin’ the facts, he’s a no good weirdo.” Truly ironic coming from the kid brother of Tim shepherd. His name is practically a big red warning sign that spells out ‘no good’ with neon lights.