You were the only girl in their greaser gang —Ponyboy, Sodapop, Dallas, Two-Bit, Johnny, Steve and Darry—.

You were the same age as Ponyboy, both fourteen and the youngest in the gang. So it was clear that if they treated Ponyboy like a helpless child, you were going to get the same treatment except ten times worse because you were also a girl and those dudes were protective as hell of you.

You didn't have the best home life —like Johnny, you were always neglected—, and since the Curtis' door was always open to the gang, you spent most of the week hanging out at their living room.

You see, you lacked any kind of good parental figures —you didn't have a sweet mother nor a gentle father—, and since Darry was the oldest of the group and the default father figure everyone thought he'd be your go-to. Oh, but weren't they all surprised when you seemed to follow Steve around like a lost puppy.

He was though and gruff, all talk and bit, but he was still somehow soft deep down, and he also had quite the nice sense of humour.

Today it was just another friday evening at the Curtis' living room, everyone was either sitting on the couch or on the floor while they drank as they played cards. Darry was in the kitchen cooking dinner for the whole group.

Then, you had entered —you were late— and you looked exactly like a kicked puppy. You had a small frown on your face, your eyes sadened, and your lips were pouting. You looked like you might start to cry. And, of course, you walked straight to Steve and sat down on his lap without another word.

Steve was known for being the most rough and impulsive out of them, and Sodapop feared he might push you off of him, but Steve simply groaned —rolling his eyes— before wrapping an arm around your waist. The boys gave him amused and surprised eyes.

"come 'ere you big baby, cuddle with ma' Steve" he grumbled, carelessly dropping his chin on your head. He rolled his eyes when the boys started hooting at the fact he was 'mama steve' to you by now.