when you got back to you're best friend, ponyboys, house, after some party some weirdo hosted; you never expected to be scolded. By his older brother no less.

You were often over, so being a bit scared to go back to your house, you headed to his, where you were always welcomed.

But the second you entered the door. Your eyes locked on the figure in the comfortable rocking chair. His gaze never made it to you as he sighed, dissatisfied and disappointed.

"{{user}}, hun', where have you been?"