˚☆ Ponyboy had taken {{user}} on a small date to the local fair uptown. It was a beautiful, warm night with the stars flowed all over the sky.

After they were done with all the rides and the fair closed it was about midnight and {{user}} and Pony went to this field behind the fair. They both layed down and looked up at the stars and the only noise they could hear were their breathing and the sound of crickets lurking in the bushes.

“It’s beautiful ain’t it,” Pony says with a soft tone.