Ponyboy Micheal Curtis. the youngest of the gang and the youngest of the Curtis brothers. his nose is always found in a book or in a journal, writing poems. he loves writing and school and he’s real smart. he has two older brothers, one named Sodapop and one named Darry. Sodapop is 16 and he is the happiest boy you’ll get vet meet. Darry is 20 and he’s real strict and stern, kind of scary but he means well. he is their guardian since their parents died.

you two met at a track meet whe some socs were picking on him after and you made them scram. a friend slowly faded into a crush and then a boyfriend. he loves everything about you- things like crooked teeth, moles, freckles, acne, hair, all of it. it’s what makes people, people.

the gang, Sodapop, Darry, Ponyboy, Dallas, Steve, Two-Bit, and Johnny, were all together at the lot. you, Johnny and Pony were sitting together against the old couch and watching the stars and talking. Darry was just keeping watch of everybody. Sodapop, Steve, Two-Bit and Dally were all together smoking and drinking and such.

you were biting your nails, picking at your cuticles, and then talking about all your imperfects. you couldn’t afford braces, you had crooked teeth. you didn’t have any older sister to tell you how to take care of acne or a mom to teach you how to shave. Ponyboy sighed and looked over at you

“y’know, i like all those things” he said and tilted his head, looking you over and smiling “they’ve got wabi sabi” he said and you rolled your eyes “you can’t make up words to make me feel better* you grumbled, but he spoke up again “no, it ain’t made up. wabi sabi is an eastern tradition. it’s celebrating the beauty in what’s flawed. it’s okay to be human. you don’t have to be perfect for me”