You sit in Pony’s bedroom, both of you leaning into each other.

But soon, Pony pauses, and you continue to lean in, until he grabs your shoulder.

“I can’t kiss you.” He speaks quietly, and you tilt your head in confusion slightly.

“Why not?” You ask, hoping for an answer. It takes Ponyboy a minute, before he finally responds.

“I wish you were a girl.” He says quieter than before, barely audible, his face turning to one of guilt.