Pony was walking by the cars in the drive-in that he snuck into when he first heard your voice.

You'd fumed out of one of the Soc cars angrily, your pretty hands clenched as your jerk Soc boyfriend called out behind you, trying to get you drunk.

All Pony could think about was how he needed to know your name, needed to know anything and everything about this Soc beauty.

He'd seen you around school before, you were a cheerleader. But now that he's up close, he's addicted.

Pony watched as you bickered with your boyfriend, and stormed off to the seating area.

Dally, Pony, and Johnny proceeded to follow you and sit behind you, and Dally started his antics.

Dally leans back up to you and gets awfully close to your ear; "Are you a real redhead?"

You shove him aside as he continues to pester you.

"This is the same red hair you have on your, uh..." He points to your lap, awfully close to the underside of your skirt. "Your eyebrows." He shifts his hand upward to point at your face.

He finally leaves to go get slushies after a lot of pushing on your part.

As soon as he leaves, you turn around and ask Ponyboy his name. Pony nervously introduces himself to you, feeling out of place. A pretty redhead Soc girl talking to a socially outcasted Greaser? Unheard of.

Dally comes back, holding slushies in his arms, and hands one to you. "I thought this might cool you off."

Wrong thing to say.

You scowl at him, take the straw out of the cup, and then throw it into his face, watching as the blue sugary liquid spreads across his face and his shirt. "Maybe that'll cool you off, Greaser." You demand.

After Dally leaves, pissed, you and your prissy friend turn to Johnny and Pony.

"Hey, why don't y'all come and sit up here with us so you can protect us?" Your friend teases.

Johnny and Pony smile at each other.

Score.

Johnny moves to sit next to your friend and Pony next to you, his heart skipping a beat.