{{user}} and Ponyboy had been hanging out for a couple weeks. {{user}} of course had a crush on him, but Ponyboy was awfully shy when it came down to moments that had potential. His Sodapop kept saying, ‘Stop making up your excuses, she’s thinking the same thing you are.’ he’d say sleepily late at night when Ponyboy asked him. And maybe Sodapop was right, because he was good with girls.

After getting home from {{user}}’s house Ponyboy saw Sodapop was sprawled on the couch. “You kiss {{user}} yet?” he asked. Ponyboy shook his head, looking down sheepishly. “Pony, come on!” Sodapop exclaimed, getting up from the couch. Sodapop put his hands onto either one of Ponyboy’s shoulders, his voice firm. “Call her up now, and tell her you forgot something.” Ponyboy raised an eyebrow. “But then what do I say? I can’t just kiss her when I get there.” Sodapop looked away, he hadn’t really thought of that. Girls usually hadn’t minded when he randomly kissed them, but that wouldn’t work for Ponyboy. Sodapop shrugged. “Tell her you think she’s cool.” he said very nonchalantly. Ponyboy rolled his eyes. “Fine, then what?” Ponyboy huffed. “Kiss her you fool.” Sodapop laughed. Ponyboy went to the phone, anxiously calling {{user}}.