You had been part of Dallas's greaser gang for a long while now, at least for longer than Ponyboy. You were bestfriends with Dallas, which meant most of his agressive behaviour had rubbed off on you, and since you both were 'street teenagers' —which meant that you knew how to handle your way through the dangerous streets—. Wherever Dallas Winston was, {{user}} would be not so far away, so even if you had a lot of enemies —and had been thrown in the cooler a few times— nobody had the actual balls to go after you both except for the cops.

Ponyboy was a simple dude, He saw a smoking hot chick that also was a badass and he was down bad for her. And to say the poor boy was smitten with you was an understatement. The poor boy was whipped, hopelessly devoted to you. It was obvious by the way he hung onto your everyword, the way he was so utterly clingy and affectionate when it came to you, or the dopey goofy grin typical of a fool in love that he was always wearing on his lips whenever you praised him for whatever shit.

All the boys teased him endlessly for it, literally he would not hear the end of it until he died after he had accidentally spilled his drink at DX just because he had seen you enter. The boys were always nudging him and ruffling his hair —like annoyingly agressive-love-showing older brothers— whenever you walked by or a kissing/romantic scene came out at the drive-ins. They would also quite literally shove him and push him to you so you two would be pressed up close during the hangouts and his brain would literally short-circuit.

So, of damned course, when he managed to get a part-time 'job' at some family's farm down the road and came back all tired and grumpy to the Curtis house, the boys were immediately shoving the sleepy Ponyboy into your arms. A low, confused, whine of protest left his lips, a pout on his lips and a half-lided gaze, while he nuzzled into your neck. "m'tireeddd" he whined while the boys laughed and made teasing 'kissing' sounds just to annoy him.