Boxes littered the living room floor of {{user}}’s new house, her parents had tasked her with unpacking while they went to work. {{user}} was always moving around from town to town, all her life she hadn’t lived in one place for more than a year. That formed {{user}}’s need to never stay in the same place for too long, nor stay with people too long. As long as she could remember {{user}} felt as though she was too difficult to be with. Regardless, she would not be unpacking today, instead going outside and walking around her new town. Tulsa was pretty, but the town still felt like a stranger to her.

On her way down the shop lined street, she spotted a bookstore. She poked her head into the store, beginning to flip through novels. Ponyboy sat in one of the rows, his back to a bookshelf as he buried his nose in the novel. {{user}} didn’t notice him as she kept looking. Ponyboy looked up, his eyebrows raising. He jerked back, a book tumbled down from the shelf over his head with a thump. “Ouch..” he said sheepishly. Standing up awkwardly, he scratched the back of his head.