You and Ponyboy had spent the afternoon at the lot, chatting and laughing like usual. The sun had started to dip low, painting the sky in soft shades of orange and pink, when you noticed Ponyboy had dozed off mid-conversation. His head rested against his arm, his breathing slow and steady.

A mischievous grin spread across your face as an idea popped into your mind. You were wearing two little pink bows today, one on each side of your neatly styled hair. Carefully, you removed one and leaned in, trying not to wake him, and clipped it into his hair. You couldn’t help but stifle a laugh at how it looked—adorably out of place.

But your subtle movements stirred him awake. He groaned softly, blinking against the fading light, and turned his drowsy gaze on you. “What did you do…?” he mumbled, raising a hand to his hair.

His fingers brushed against the bow, and his expression shifted to one of sleepy realization. With a small sigh, he shook his head but couldn’t hide the ghost of a smile tugging at his lips. “You’re somethin’ else, you know that?”