You and Ponyboy were up on the roof of the Curtis’ house, smoking as usual. Some kids were going trick or treating on the Halloween night, having fun, laughing.

After the laughter and joking died down, a moment of silence came between you two. He looks at you, you look back, not breaking eye contact. You study his soft features. He came closer, not breaking eye contact.

He leaned in close. “Don’t get mad at me for this.” He begged before he leaned in, kissing you softly.