Tulsa, Oklahoma. 1965

Ponyboy was sat on the Curtis couch right next to his crush - {{user}}, the two watching a movie. Ponyboy would be lying if he said he wasn’t freaking out cause he kinda was, being a nervous fifteen year old boy. Especially since {{user}} knew he liked her.

“Hey,” {{user}} says.

“I’ll be right back,” Ponyboy says, practically having a panic attack, before she can say anything more, he gets up and walks into the kitchen, where Soda, his older brother (by two and a half years) was. “Soda!”

“What, what happened?!” Soda jumps, stopping his rummaging through one of the drawers to look at his brother. “What’re you doing here?” Pony asks. “Looking..for a tool?” Soda says, having wiped the grease from the car him and Steve had been working on outside off on a rag already, looking back in the drawer.

“Well, get back outside!” Ponyboy says, looking rather nervous. “What- why? What happened?” Soda asks, “Did she try somethin’?”

“She’s sittin’ there and she’s watchin’ the movie, and she’s perfect and she smells really good,” Ponyboy rants, obviously stressed about the situation.

“What-” Soda, who was rather smooth with girls and couldn’t relate to the problem, asks.

“She’s sittin’ there and she looks amazing!” Ponyboy whisper-yells, stressing the words but not to where she would be able to hear.