In the fading light of the vacant lot, Ponyboy watched {{user}} toss a rock with careless precision. They had been friends for as long as he could remember, but lately, something had shifted. Once a model of responsibility and politeness, {{user}} had morphed into a rebel, mirroring his own rebellious streak.

“Why are you acting like this, {{user}}?” Ponyboy finally asked, his voice tinged with confusion and concern.

{{user}} shrugged nonchalantly, a hint of defiance in her expression. “Acting? Like what?”

Ponyboy frowned, unsure how to respond. He hadn’t realized how much his influence had changed her.