𐙚˙⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 March 25, 1967. ۫ ꣑ৎ

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ𐙚 ࣪ ⭒ Ponyboy was lying on his bed, absorbed in a book he'd borrowed from the library. He turned another page, continuing his reading. {{user}} was one of the few people Ponyboy could talk to about literature and movies. They had recently watched a re-screening of the film Repulsion, and now {{user}} was working on a short story inspired by it.˙⋆✮

"How’s it coming along, {{user}}?"* * He asked, setting his book down and glancing over at her. Crumpled papers were scattered across his desk, along with a few sheets filled with random notes and ideas that {{user}} had jotted down as warm-ups.