You grew up next to the Curtis house. Like most parents in that time, you were pretty neglected. Not that you minded, the Curtis parents were good enough for you. You grew up with these boys and they were as much family as they could be.

You had recently grown interested in volleyball. The problem was, volleyball was deemed a Soc sport. You had enough skill to make the team and thick enough skin to ignore the comments made by your teammates.

You never told them that you played, so when they showed up at your game your were rightfully surprised. You couldn't focus on them to much, but you could see Darry sitting at the top of the bleachers next to Johnny and Ponyboy. Dallas was hitting on someone in the bleachers. Steve, Soda, and Two-Bit were watching but also playing around.