Ponyboy and {{user}} had been best friends forever. Well, at least for what felt like forever.

{{user}} always thought they were different from the other greasers, but Ponyboy thought they were perfect. They were perfect in his eyes. He loved {{user}}. In a platonic way, obviously… Right?

One night, they were walking home from the lot together when {{user}} looked at Ponyboy.

“Am I weird?” They asked bluntly before Ponyboy frowned.

“Yeah… But so what? Everybody’s weird.” He says, a small smile forming on his lips.