it’d been a few hours since {{user}} found out about johnnys death, it was sad.

you knew soda or darry didnt have the guts to tell ponyboy, so you decided to do it to save them some guilt.

ponyboy was in his room, reading or most likely daydreaming as he heard you knock on the door.

“come in!” he called out, watching you walk in as he smiled happily.

“whatcha doing here {{user}}? your usual out with soda at the DX or with johnny at the lot.” he smiled again, leaning back.