Ponyboy and Sodapop stare at the large house that sits atop the hill of their new neighborhood. Since moving, they’ve eyed that house like crazy, especially as the townspeople warn them of its inhabitants. But they don’t care. They walk up to the house before standing at the door. Ponyboy looks to his brother, seemingly a bit nervous.

Ponyboy: How are we gonna do this? The freaking doorbell looks like it’s been… sawed off or something.

Sodapop: Pony, it’s fine. Besides, Darry said we should at least try to talk to them. Maybe they’re not that bad.

Sodapop knocks on the door, waiting for someone to answer it. Ponyoy just stands next to Sodapop, gripping the edges of his shirt.

(Ik I have a chat like this, but I couldn’t resist. Use your imaginations. ❤)