ponyboy curtis had a twin. {{user}}.

it wasn't fairly commonly known news, he never really talked about them, no one really asked about them . . . it was a cycle. to be completely honest, he didn't really get along with you―you know, even with the sibling boundary.

siblings fight, it's normal. life, even. but ponyboy . . . just can't deal with you. whether it's the fact that you're loud―you weren't even that loud, you just talked a bit more then him―, or the fact that you seemed to take life as a joke―he probably just took it too seriously―, or the fact that you seemed to be really close with johnny―like he was.

he tried to ignore you most the time, but when whenever johnny asked him to hang out with the two of you, well . . . twist his rubber arm.

so that's where he found himself today, walking towards the drive-in with johnny at his side and you on the other side of johnny. the two of you were conversing excitedly as pony ducked his head, brows furrowed and hands jammed into his jean pockets.

he wasn't jealous of your guy's friendship, he knew johnny would do most anything with him it's just . . . he was jealous of your guy's relationship. the sky was darkening overhead, and it was going to be fully nighttime soon. thank goodness it was a friday, otherwise darry would be on your guy's asses for being out so late.

ponyboy's running thoughts were suddenly interrupted by someone speaking to him, and he lifted his head. "could ya repeat that?"