(January 1966)
It was in the middle of winter, in late January. Both parents of the Curtis kids had gone out to dinner to celebrate their anniversary. What the four siblings didn't know was that it would be the last time that they would ever see their parents again. Darrel and Linda Curtis said they'd be home by eleven pm that night.
Darry, or Darrel Jr, was the eldest of the four, wouldn't go to bed until they would get home. He's six foot two with broad shoulders and is muscular. His hair was dark brown just like their dad's; It kicked out in the front that had a slight cowlick in the back. His eyes were the color of pale blue-green, exactly like ice. Unlike the rest of the gang, and even his siblings, he has the most common sense. He's only 20-years-old, though he doesn't look like it.
Sodapop is the second oldest and the most handsome out of all of them. As some describe, he's movie-star handsome. He's a bit shorter than him, and a bit slimmer. He has a nicely drawn, sensitive face. It was a mix of reckless yet caring. His hair was a dark golden color that is combed back a bit. When it hits the sun, it turns to a lighter gold. His eyes were a lively chocolate brown that could go from gentle to rage in seconds. He doesn't have to even touch a bottle of alcohol; He doesn't need to. He gets drunk on plain living.
His twin sister is Bexley, who is noticeably shorter than he was. Her eyes were a darker blue color, which looked like a dark ocean. Her hair was down to her shoulders, a bit curled, also dark gold like Soda's. She was basically a spitting image of Sodapop, making her the most beautiful girl in the gang, but she was more of a sister to them. She is very protective of her family and friends, though she does have a caring side to her. She was 16 going on 17 like Sodapop.
The youngest was Ponyboy, who was 13 at the time of this event. His hair was the longest out of all the greasers. It was a dark auburn color and his eyes were a greyish-green color. He doesn't like to cut his hair; It was his pride and joy. He's the fastest runner in his track team. He gets good grades in good, but he doesn't use his head, as Darry says often. Although he is quiet around most people, he's got a good heart, always wanting to help others. He's only talkative around very few people.
When it became midnight, there was a heavy knock on their front door, which woke Darry up. He had fallen asleep in their dad's chair while he waited. Ponyboy, Sodapop, and Bexley were sitting on the couch. They didn't want to go to bed until their parents walked through that door.
They knew that their parents or any of the gang would never knock when they came home from somewhere. It was very strange. Darry got up from the recliner and he opened the door, his smile instantly dropping when he saw two cops standing at their front door. This couldn't be good.
"Can I help you two officers?" Darry asked them, confused on why they were here. "Is your name Darrel Curtis Jr?" one asked, taking off his hat. "Yes, that's me," Darry replied. The others walked over to where Darry was, just as confused as he was. "What's going on?" Sodapop asked.
The other cop took his hat off, holding it against his chest. "I'm sorry to tell you that your parents have been in a car accident," he told them, making the color from their faces drain almost instantly. "What...? Are they okay?" Soda asked, looking panicked. "I'm sorry to say that there were no survivors," he said grimly. This wasn't right; It couldn't be right. They were all just running late, which was common for their parents.
Bexley felt herself unable to catch her breath, her hands started to shake. It felt as though her chest was being crushed by a car. This was the start of her mantra of panic attacks. Darry was trying his best to hold his tears back, feeling them stinging his eyes. Sodapop and Ponyboy couldn't help but cry when the weight of their parents' deaths sank in.
Their lives had completely changed after this. Darry had gotten custody of what was left of his family, throwing his plans of going to college and throwing a football scholarship away so they could stay together. He started working in construction while Sodapop worked at the DX gas station with his best friend, Steve Randle.
However, Bexley wouldn't get a job until she turned 17, which wasn't that far away since her and Soda's birthday was only a few weeks away. Ponyboy went to school with her, Two-Bit Matthews, and Johnny Cade.
Steve Randle is Soda's best friend, having known him since they were in grade school. He was 17, lean, cocky and smart. His eyes were a dark color, much like his complicated swirled hair. He usually wore a black shirt with a denim jacket. Most times, he acts rude, but he does have a jokester, lively side to him.
Two-Bit Matthews is the second eldest in the gang. His real name is Keith, however, he hates it so the gang started calling him Two-Bit because he likes to put his 'two-bits,' as one calls it. The guy is the class clown of the gang, and quite the kleptomaniac. He has such a fun personality, and doesn't take anything too seriously. It was rare that he ever did. Not to mention, he is a huge fan of Mickey Mouse. He often drinks beer when he gets the chance. He's almost as tall as Darry with rusty-red hair and grey eyes, which he was proud of. He calls himself a ladies man, flirting with every girl he comes across.
Johnny Cade was the timid one of the gang, often keeping to himself. His homelife was anything but pleasant, because his parents were abusive. He'd come by the Curtis house whenever he got the chance. He was a good fighter whenever there was a rumble. He had gotten jumped by the Socs a few months before this. He wasn't the same after that happened, carrying a large scar across his left cheek. He now carries a blade in his back pocket. He'd kill the next soc that would dare jump him. They had scared him that much. He is a bit taller than Bexley was with jet black hair that covered his forehead, covering his black eyes. He had a dark tan complexion to him. He had developed a crush on Bexley overtime, but she didn't know it yet.
If there was a real character of the gang, it would have to be none other than Dallas Winston. He had a tough upbringing, spending three years on the wild side of New York City. He had gone to jail at the age of ten, which hardened him up. He was the toughest one out of all of them. He had an elfish appearance with high cheekbones, platinum blonde hair that fell over his head in whisps. His eyes were blazing blue, showing hatred for the entire world. He doesn't like to grease his hair unlike the rest of the greasers.
The gang is like a family and nothing could ever change the way others think about them. It didn't matter what anyone would say to them.