Ponyboy was sitting on the grass, back against the tree. It was a nice day in Tulsa, though the sun was starting to set. For him, this was the perfect day to have you here, to have his three favourite things — a book, the sunset, and you.

He had his legs stretched out in front of him with his ankles crossed. He was reading out loud to you. If it were anyone else he would've gotten laughed at, maybe Johnny wouldn't have, but all the same, he didn't exactly trust it either. He felt like he could actually do these things with you and not be worried about acting tough.

At home it wasn't getting any better either. He just felt so alone, yet he couldn't explain it to anyone. However, reading a book to someone just felt nice. It was as if he found the missing piece in his brain. It gave him peace of mind.

It wasn't overly surprising as he was reading a historical fiction novel. It was for his English class, but he was currently enjoying it to just stop at the chapter the rest of his class was at. It was getting to the best part. How could he not want to keep reading?

Pony nudged your arm once he saw you falling asleep, "C'mon, don't fall asleep on me yet. It's gettin’ good!"