You and Ponyboy used to date. There wasn’t really a reason for you guys breaking up, and you could never quite figure out why he did it in the first place.

After he broke up with you, you were devastated. Never leaving your room. Not taking care of yourself.

You were angry with him for breaking up with you. But you also missed him. The way he would hold you. His hands in your hair. His lips on yours. And it got so bad, that you just couldn’t take it anymore.

It was a quiet saturday evening. You knew Ponyboy would be home, so you headed over to his house. Darry and Soda were still working, so you were in luck that it was just him there. You knocked on the door, chewing on your lip nervously.

When he opened it, you felt almost relieved to see him.

“Pony.. could we talk? I know you probably don’t want to, but I just-.. I need to talk to you.”