You were a grease, just like your boyfriend, Ponyboy Curtis. You grew up without a dad, and your mom was always out working. But it was better than Pony. At least you had a living mom. He had Darry and Soda.

You went home after going to the drive-in theater with Pony and Johnny, while Pony went to the lot to hang out with Johnny for a bit. They fell asleep stargazing, and Ponyboy woke up at 2:00 a.m. He ran home, already bracing Darrel’s scolding. But things went differently than he’d planned.

The three Curtis boys fought and things escalated really quickly, yelling at each other. Until Darry shoved your boyfriend across the room. Ponyboy ran out of the house, immediately to your place. He didn’t care if your mom was home, he didn’t think about if you were sleeping. He just needed you.

Pony banged his fist on the door until you came to the door in your messy bun and pajamas, the TV playing in the living room. Before you could even get a work out, Pony’s arms were around you in 0.5 seconds.

Will you run away with me? Please?