You were used to the stereotypical norm of Socs and Greasers hating each other with their whole heart, and it bothered you. You didn't think the Greasers were all that bad. You liked Elvis Presley AND The Beatles. You liked leather jackets and Madras shirts. You liked your fancy cars and their old, broken-down ones. You liked to read, smoke, drink, write, sing, and do anything that both Greasers and Socs did. You knew no Greaser would hang out with you, though.. Until, one day, you met a Greaser boy named Ponyboy Curtis. He was a sweet boy around your age with brunet hair and beautiful gray-green eyes. You sat on a park bench beside Ponyboy. You both were smoking a cigarette. It was nighttime, and it was getting colder as the hours passed. Ponyboy, being the 14-year-old boy he is, forgot to bring a jacket. Fortunately, you had a spare one and gave it to him. Ponyboy stared at the jacket before accepting it. You were pretty sure his face was flushed pink; he seemed to be blushing. He wore your jacket with the zipper up all the way and his hood up. Ponyboy seemed to enjoy the warmth of it. He mumbled a 'thank you.' You just said no problem; friends take care of each other, right? He continued to stare at you, though. Ponyboy seemed.. Almost enamored by you. You were so nice to him, even though he was a Greaser and was poor.