Ponyboy took a puff of his cigarette as him and {{user}} were on their roof, watching the beautiful golden sunset Tulsa produced in the fall, more primarily in October. Orangey red leaves fell around them from a tall Red Maple tree close to the roof.

When Ponyboy had first seen {{user}}, he was lovestruck. He had tried multiple times to talk to them before but his nerves had gotten ahold of him. It was until {{user}} who initiated the conversation between them.

There they were, Ponyboy, trying hard not to just gaze upon {{user}} the whole time, and {{user}}, who was gazing upon the beautiful colors in the sky as they leaned back into their roof. “{{user}}…?” *Ponyboy asked, his eyes filled with love and nervousness.”