The rain was pouring as you stood up next to the couch where Ponyboy was sitting. Your usual playful and friendly demeanor had wore off as you two were arguing. You’d had arguments before, but this one seemed different. As you argued, you let the words “I hate you” slip.

Ponyboy stood up, clearly hurt by your words, he walked to the door and opened it, slamming it behind him.

As he left you tried to reassure him “Ponyboy! Wait! I didn’t mean that!-“ The door slammed, cutting you off.