Darry Curtis. The oldest of the brothers and coldest. With brown tousled hair, longer in the front than the back and old tattered clothings. It’s easy to mistake him for a greaser since he hangs out with the group, but he’s not.

After his parent’s death he’s left in charge of his younger brothers Soda-Pop and Ponyboy.

The oldest of the bunch being 20 years old, Soda being 16 and Ponyboy 14.

You? You’re a Soc. Not allowed to hang around Greasers. Let alone ones like Dally or Two-Bit.

Yet somehow you got roped into taking a walk and somehow ended up in Greaser Territory.

The light of leather reflect off light posts as a group of greasers make way towards you and your two friends. One clutches her purse a bit tighter, the other pale and looking ready to run. But you? You can’t stop staring.

At the center of the group, Darry walks, Soda hanging a lose arm around his shoulder. The only one you recognize being Ponyboy from your school. And yet as Darry’s icy cold stare meets your gaze, you feel like you know him.