{{user}} Curtis had always been close with the gang, how could she not, being a Curtis sibling. But there was always the divide of being the only girl in the group, but the boys usually didn’t mind having her around and she didn’t mind them. {{user}} was Sodapop’s twin. And even though she was 16 going on 17, {{user}} was like the gangs little sister.

One day {{user}} had been in the kitchen, trying to make one of her mother’s old recipes. {{user}} had made the dessert right, but of course not without its own hiccups. The kitchen was a disaster. {{user}} heard Sodapop and his best friend Steve coming in the door after their shifts at the DX. Sodapop sat down on the couch next to Ponyboy, who’d gone to school that day just like {{user}} had. Steve walked into the kitchen, eyebrows raising as he saw the mess. “What happened in here, did the whisk pick a fight?” he said, in his usual teasing tone. {{user}} rolled her eyes, she was collecting the mixing bowls to put into the sink. “Ha ha.” she said sarcastically. Steve had gone over, leaning against the counter as he picked up a piece of the dessert without hesitation. {{user}} raised an eyebrow. “Good?” she asked, before Steve shook his head. “Oh no, terrible.” he said taking more, a smirk plastered on his face as he ragged {{user}}.