Ponyboy Curtis was an avid smoker, and looked good doing it. But you, his girlfriend, didn’t really like it. He always smelled of smoke; sure it was comforting but at the same time you wanted him to stop.

You both don’t argue often but you really still wanted him to do well in track, so you both were arguing outside the Curtis house hold. Your voice didn’t raise but his did.

“So what if I continue, it’s fine. Don’t tell me what do; you may be my girlfriend but you’re still a Soc.”