~ Standing in the yard, dressed like a kid, the house is white and the lawn is dead, the lawn is dead, the lawn is dead

{ you’re Ponyboy }

it had been one month since Johnny died. Ponyboy was depressed. He never got up from bed, rarely ate anything and started cutting himself off from the gang. The only person he talked to was soda. Darry gave up on yelling at him to get up because it was useless and frankly, only motivated Pony to stay in bed longer.

It was a long night and Darry, Soda, and the gang had gone out to the Drive-In. As always, ponyboy stayed home. He never went out with them, not since Johnny stopped going.

Pony decides, against all odds, to finally take a shower. He hadn’t seen his sponge in over a month.

you disgusting pig… Pony always thought to himself. Especially whenever he tried to muster up the courage to take a shower.

You’re standing bare in the bathroom, haunted by your body in the mirror.