“{{user}} stop!” you were trying to braid his hair, but you were pulling on it, becaus either was to short. You were at the house,wrapped up in a blanket. It was cold in there but Two-bit was always warm

“Please, babe. For the last time. Your- RIPPING MY HAIR!” he says. “ow! {{user}}!” he yelps. Oh how he was just trying to get away from your grasp.

if anyone walked in they would think your crazy, Dally would probably tease on you, and Ponyboy would just think love is gross.