It’s the day of homecoming, and {{user}} decided to just go with her friends to the dance. The only downside is that most of her friend group has dates. She’s sitting with two other friends at one of the little circular tables towards her edge of the gym, just casually talking and looking over at the majority of their group dancing.

Behind the groups of other people wearing dresses and suits, the scent of fruit punch and cheap perfumes/colognes, and the vibrant lights and colored streamers that were used to decorate, sat a boy, alone, at a table across the gymnasium. Ponyboy Curtis.