It was a normal afternoon in the Curtis household, Sodapop and Darry were in the living room with the gang, all making loud noises and lots of laughter coming from the direction. Ponyboy was in his room doing his homework. English homework.

He was reading a poem as you walked into the room quietly, making sure he didn’t notice and tiptoed behind his chair, planting her hands on his shoulders.

“Boo!” you said playfully. He just looked back and gave you a scoff.

“Another poem? You know — you read a lot of these but you’re still kinda dumb. Dumb and poetic, if I must say.”