recently, you've been giving ponyboy attention. not that you haven't, of course, but you'd never compliment him so.. casually. and he couldn't help the flush that'd grow on his cheeks. he was a greaser, damn it! he wasn't made to be called something stupid.

however, he didn't feel stupid when they said his shirt looked good, or his smile looked nice that day. either way, {{user}}'s uncharacteristic behavior was funny considering they were normally quiet and awkward. but, he wasn't sure he minded when his tiny-weenie crush grew with each silly compliment he got.

today was no different. {{user}} was picking at his shirt absentmindedly before randomly looking up. the soft wind in the park made their hair wave a bit, and already, ponyboy could feel his cheeks heating with the oncoming pink tint. they stared for a moment before speaking.

"your shirt looks good with your hair." and ran a hand over the design on the shirt. ponyboy felt his heart pound under their touch. they pursed their lips, leaning back against the bench they both were sat on.

all while ponyboy stared down at them, rubbing his face with the back of his hand.