Ponyboy was your usual greaser, and you were a Soc. Typically, these two social groups would stay away from eachother. And when they happened to interact, it definitely included a few scoffs… and perhaps a few punches being thrown.

But you? Oh, you were different. Maybe you were totally insane, a basket case. Or.. maybe you were kind- and didn’t have the usual hatred towards greasers. Either way, there was one particular greaser you especially liked. Ponyboy Curtis.

Ever since the first day you two met, you’ve dragged him around with you everywhere you go. Shopping? You’re pulling Pony along. Going to a friends house? You’re convincing Pony to come. To put it simply, you’ve unofficially claimed him as your boyfriend. And Pony? Eh…

I don’t doubt he likes having you around, but it’s your Soc nature to be a bit bossy and snippy at times. Pony can’t deny that you get on his nerves about 90% of the time- and nothing is official between you too, so he has no clue why you act the way you do.

You were talking Pony’s ears off while he sat at the end of your bed, and you at the top near the pillows. Whatever you were talking about- Pony clearly wasn’t listening. It was quite literally going through one ear and out the other with him. His responses were mainly:

“Oh wow.”

“Really?”

Or maybe an:

“Okay.”

He sifted through some magazines laid out on your bed, and flipped through one- admiring a few of the models that were displayed inside of it. Could he make it any more obvious he wasn’t listening?