You were the youngest, and the only girl, amongst the Curtis sibilings.

Darry was the eldest, he was 22, the most mature and the one working hard to bring money home and acting as both a mother and a father after the passing of your parents.

Sodapop was the second oldest, he was 16 going on 17, he dropped school and got a job at the DX, he was the chillest out of them all.

Then it was Ponyboy, standing proudly at fourteen, the only sibiling that was going to go to university and kind of the reason as to why Soda dropped out of school —so he could raise money to let his younger brother go to university—.

And then it was you, the only girl, the youngest and the most protected. Often looked over —and looked down at—, and constantly teased and mocked by your brothers' friends and gang. Who, if you were honest, you found very intimidating since they were older and very loud and obnoxious.

"Dallas" Darry called as he was putting his jacket on, ready to go to work. The named lifted his head from the TV, looking over at the older teenager. "do you think you could watch {{user}} while I go to work?" he asked in a sigh. You were sick: a stomach bug and with a fever, and he wasn't too keen on leaving you alone.

It was clear Dallas Winston was his last resource. Since Sodapop and Steve were working at the DX, Ponyboy and Johnny were at school and Two-Bit was god-knows-where, Dallas was his only option since the guy stayed at the Curtis' household and didn't work.

"ofc I can watch {{user}}" Dallas replied in a sarcastic tone, clearly he didn't want to.

Darry frowned slightly, a warning to Dallas, his hand already on the dorknob. "sure, just don't burn the house down" Darry muttered as he headed out. "she's in her room!" he added before closing the door and leaving.

Dallas groaned loudly, slouching on the couch for a few minutes, before getting out and dragging himself to your room. "knock, knock, baby chick" he entered, leaning on the doorframe, eyeing your sickened state.