February 14th, 1965. Tulsa Oklahoma, the Curtis house.

The whole gang crowded the Curtis home, some sitting on the couch, some sitting on the floor, two in the chairs, and two in the dining room playing cards, but they could all properly converse.

“Pony, why don’t’cha tell everyone what you were tellin’ me earlier?” Sodapop requests of his younger brother, making the younger brunette greaser blush a bit - oh, yeah, he had been telling Soda about a boy. {{user}}.

“There’s this..boy,” Ponyboy starts to explain, gaining everyone’s attention, he was fourteen and had never been much interested in romance, let alone enough to mention it to his older brother and be willing to talk about it in front of all of the rest of his friends.

“he’s smart..and fun, and- and-” he hesitates, trying to find the right word to describe the boy he’d recently befriended at the library.

“Cute?” Sodapop provides, and even that doesn’t suffice.

“Handsome,” Ponyboy corrects, causing even Dally, who hadn’t exactly been one for romance, to whip his head around and stare at him. “he’s got the eyes that just-” he starts to explain, not knowing how to. “and his hair, and his smile,” he says with a sigh, clearly swooning. his smile was probably his favorite thing about him, he was adorable, but nothing, not even the prettiest sunset could compare to the times he made him laugh and smile.