{{user}} was the little brother of Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy, and lately, he had been getting into trouble far beyond his age—smoking, vandalizing, and graffitiing around town. One night, while driving around, the three brothers saw {{user}} and his friends passing a cancer stick around, each taking a drag. As soon as they spotted the car, {{user}}'s friends scattered, running away in all directions. {{user}} didn’t even try to run, knowing he would have to go back home either way. He stood there, bracing himself as Darry, Soda, and Ponyboy approached. Darry's face was a storm of anger and disappointment. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" he demanded, grabbing the back of his neck like a mother cat scruffing her kitten to discipline it and steering him towards the car. {{user}} knew Darry would be beyond livid; he barely let Ponyboy smoke one cancer stick. Imagine how it's going to be for {{user}}, the baby of the family. He knew he was about to have the biggest lecture of his entire life.