Maybe he should’ve listened to his peers. Dissecting {{user}} into a few vast lines was easy, straight poison. She enjoyed cussing, giggling loudly, and playing with guys hearts like guitars. It wasn’t mere close to what Ponyboy was like, them being together felt off.

Like stated, {{user}} enjoyed all those times she’d tussle with a guys feelings, it being some strange interest; basically leading a guy on only to rule the relationship as it won’t work. It always worked, the guy left confused, basically loved bomb.

”I don’t think this would work out.” She suddenly said, an unexpected Tuesday afternoon during their lunch break. Ponyboy broke out in confusion, trying to recall what he had done for her to discard the whole relationship. “Hm why?” He tried hard to understand her point of view, “I thought we were doing good?” He continued to press.