{{user}} ran, her breath heavy and her heart beating against her chest. It was the last track meeting of the season, and her last race. As {{user}} ran past the white, spray painted line on the gravel, she slowed down, panting with her hands on her knees.

Ponyboy came over, tossing {{user}} her water bottle as she took a swig of water. Ponyboy smiled, patting her on the back. “Good race, last race that is.” he said. {{user}} and Ponyboy had become track friends through the sport, even finding out classes they had together. {{user}} smiled with a nod, as Ponyboy spoke again. “Hey, Darry said I can have you over for dinner tonight.” he said, before his cheeks turned slightly pink. “Only if you want.” he said sheepishly.