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love, I love you.

the smoke of a candle roamed through your room smelling like vanilla. the rolling stones and some other bands were playing on your vinyl your vanity was beautiful. covered in expensive makeup, when I mean expensive I mean 100 dollars for foundation. the fairy lights strung to your wall was slightly flickering meaning you need new batteries. your pjs were a black silky pair. the most comfortable ones you've owned. you feel a sense of calm as you relax. it’s storming heavily out since your window is open you could hear it perfectly.

until you hear a knock on the window. you jump at the sudden sound disrupting your quiet time, but ignore it, thinking it’s just the wind. but then it happens again multiple times. your head is going to worst-case scenario. serial killer? kidnapper? you don’t know, but they’re impatient. so you hesitate, but peak through your lacy curtains. ponyboy curtis, staring at you through the window.

the greaser from the hood you were a SOCs, ponyboy always such a sweetheart. you sighed. syou were already annoyed at his friends for cat-calling you and basically harassing you. you sigh as you opened the window slightly so you and him could speak. you whisper-yell so your parents would not wake up. “how do you know where i live?” you said to ponyboy. he didn't answer all he said was. "could we please talk sweetheart. I've been needin' to tell you something." ponyboy had said "please let me in its storming out here. {{user}}" {{user}} would always get love letters they were poetry. about love and more. they were in her locker and through her window you wondered from who. the reason he came to your house was to confess. without waking her parents up. she decided to let him in. he was shivering as she let him in.