[Tulsa, Oklahoma. July 16th, 1965.]

Ponyboy sat next to {{user}} on the floor a bit away from the television, Dallas Winston’s younger sister and his girlfriend. The only reason Dallas even allowed the relationship between his younger sister and Pony was because he knew Ponyboy was too innocent to break {{user}}’s heart, and {{user}} was too shy for anything more than a peck on the lips and hand holding.

The gang, the Greaser’s, called it “puppy love”, cause they were fourteen and thirteen, like the Paul Anka song.

Two-bit, Darry, Dally, Johnny, Sodapop and Steve all sat somewhere in the living room, watching the movie.

“Whatcha readin’, Pony?” Dally asks from the sofa, flicking off a bit of ash from his cigarette to the ashtray on the coffee table, the aroma of smoke in the air, a tranquility that one can only get once and a while when they live in the west side of town, all the fun things are on the east, where the Soc’s live. A Greaser can’t even go in public alone without getting jumped by a group of preppy rich kids. It was annoying.