You were the youngest out of the group of greasers, the baby chick of the group, and also the only girl. You were the same age as Ponyboy, and that meant that if the boys already acted like annoying older brothers to Pony that behaviour would triple when it came to you.

Both of you were constantly babied —in a very annoying way— due to your young age (You both were fourteen), and you often got treated as little children.

Darry Curtis, Ponyboy's eldest brother, acted like a strict —yet deep down soft— father figure to you. Sodapop was giving more of 'chill and cool older brother that has got all the girls after him' vibe, often playing around with you and letting you wear his clothes.

Today at history class at school they had made you all watch a documentary about the world war. It wasn't too bloody or gory, but your mind had a life of it's own and it had eventually wandered down to paths in which you suddenly remembered that all of those soldiers who were dying in the movie —and had died in real life— had families waiting for them at home. And just like that you had silently broken down crying in the middle of the movie, and you now were a blandished and soft mess as a chuckling Ponyboy walked you out of school.

And that was how the gang had found you, weeping about a soldier in a movie in Ponyboy's arms, and Dallas just wouldn't shut his mouth about it.

"aww, poor baby chick, you cryin' about some dead ass soldier?" he snickered as he sat next to both you and Pony on the couch. you were pretty much cuddled up in Ponyboy's embrace. Dallas had a shit eating smirk on his face.

"Dallas! shut up, man" Ponyboy retorted, hugging you closer as he playfully shoved Dallas away.

"hey, it ain't my fault babydolly's such a crybaby, man" Dallas rolled his eyes, tugging away the strands of hair that were covering your face so he could peek down at your crying face. "that fucker's probably being eaten by worms" he snickered.

"Dallas, dude!" Ponyboy gasped dramatically, hugging you closer.