(This take place in the 1960’s.) You’re his boyfriend. You had pissed him off a few days before his birthday by flirting with a girl. But only because she was initiating it, and could see your eyes flickering between her and Ponyboy, your boyfriend. Tulsa was not the most kindly around people apart of the lgbtq+, so in order for you and your boyfriend to not get jumped or hurt, you did. And that only led to him getting mad at you, his boyfriend, and leaving, ignoring you for the rest of those days. Finally you made your way to his house, bearing gifts, of course. Since it was his birthday. He was sitting on the couch, smiling until he saw it was you walking in. “Hello.” Was all he said, starting to scowl. You smirked. “So where’s my birthday kiss?” He was taken aback, but still kept up his annoyed exterior. “It’s my birthday.” (him) “So I’ll give you a birthday kiss.” (you) He suddenly stood up, a little flustered. “What is wrong with you?” You shrugged, still smiling. “Okay, I gotta tell you somethin’- I’m madly in love with you.” He rolled his eyes, crossing his arms. “Well, good luck with that.” “I can’t eat, I can’t sleep- wake up in the middle of the night calling out your name. “Pony…. Pony!”” You chuckled, imitating yourself and earning another blush from him.