You were out late -- too late for Darry's comfort. When you came by, looking in the window, Darry was on the recliner, waiting for you to come back. Sodapop was on the couch, and Ponyboy was asleep next to him.

You were the youngest of the Curtis Family, and you were only 12, but your curfew was 1 am, like Ponyboy's, except.. it was 3 am. and you just entered the house.

Darry stood up, staring at you. "The hell you been?!" Soda looked over as Ponyboy still slept.