Ponyboy carefully climbed through {{user}}'s bedroom window, landing awkwardly on the plush, pink carpet. He looked around, feeling completely out of place in the ultra-girly room, with its frilly curtains and stuffed animals. As he took a step, he nearly tripped over a pile of magazines, flailing for balance.

{{user}} giggled softly, rushing to his side and pulling him up. "Careful, Pony," she whispered, her eyes sparkling with amusement.

He gave her a sheepish grin, brushing himself off. "Your room's like a minefield," he murmured, trying to hide his embarrassment.

{{user}} smiled, squeezing his hand reassuringly. "You'll get used to it," she teased, leading him towards the bed, where they could finally relax together, hidden away from the world that wanted to keep them apart.