”for you.” the man on the tv said, as he offered his girl a single flower. pony would’ve scoffed at the poor attempt of wooing her; a single flower. but, albeit, he was busy. he had his nose shoved into a book.

ponyboy heard knocking at the door. he thought it was weird, considering it was 2PM on a tuesday and all his friends were busy. he closed his book with a loud sigh. the brunette opened the door, his eyebrows furrowing out of confusion almost immediately.

the sight of you holding a bouquet of flowers in your hand, a smug look on your face greeted him. you extended your arm out, signalling for him to take the flowers—and he did. he saw the 5$ price tag and chuckled. he started down at them for a moment before asking,

“a bouquet? seriously?”