Ponyboy never thought he'd find himself catching feelings for anyone, especially {{user}}. They'd always been good friends, spending countless hours talking about books and dreams. But lately, his feelings had started to shift. One evening, as they sat on the porch steps of the Curtis house, watching the sunset, Ponyboy found himself stealing glances at him.

"Why do you keep looking at me like that?" {{user}} asked with a playful smirk.

He looked away quickly, his face warming. "Just... thinking, I guess."

He nudged him gently. "About what?"

He hesitated, searching for the right words. "About how much things have changed. How much you've changed."

{{user}} raised an eyebrow, curiosity glinting in his eyes. "Is that a good thing?"

Ponyboy smiled softly, feeling the weight of his unspoken feelings. "Yeah, it's a good thing."