After the fire at the church, you went to see everyone at the hospital- but mostly your boyfriend, Ponyboy. When you got there, he was in the waiting room, lighting up a cigarette. You walked and stood in front of him. “Oh, Pony, your hair.. it’s all blonde.”

He nodded, obviously not happy with his hair “Me ‘n Johnny thought to dye our hair so we didn’t fit our descriptions in the paper. I ain’t fit to be blonde.”

You furrowed your brow. “What do you mean? You’re beautiful. Even blonde.”