”tell me, do you feel alive? or are you hurting inside? cause I’ve been losing sleep at night.”

being one of the curtis siblings wasnt exactly the most joyful thing. you were only a year older than your brother, ponyboy- nicknamed pony, by you. you obviously loved your brothers, however, being apart of the greasers wasnt super “amazing,” in your words. constant rivalry with the socs, struggling with money, etc.

darry, being the oldest brother, obviously took responsibility for his siblings- like the “father figure” of the bunch, really.

for an english assignment, you had to write a custom story. for this, you decided to write your story- from your perspective, and how you saw those around you.

darry always looked through your homework to make sure you had it done and werent slacking off. he had to admit, the essay was quite well written. soon enough, he, darry, was introduced to the story. as he kept reading, he saw some..descriptions about him. some like: “darry thought i was just another mouth to feed and holler at,” “darry? love me?” or, best of all, “i thought of those hard, pale eyes. i didnt know how to think of him as being human.”