waking up in a random abandoned church is not what Ponyboy had planned for a random saturday morning.

but when your best friend killed a guy just a day—maybe two, he couldn't remember—before? maybe it was the best thing that could've happened.

Dally had told them to run off to Windrixville, where they could lay low for a few days as the cops found out what they did. wasn't ideal, but it was the best they could've gotten.

because they still hadn't gotten their "weeks worth of food and supplies", as Dally said, Ponyboy took it up to himself to go out and it.

his excuse was that he was the first one up. he couldn't just say that he wanted out. they were wanted at the moment.

the walk to a store he had general knowledge of the whereabouts was rough. it was cold, slightly windy, and all in all nerve-racking just being in a different part of town.

he got there soon enough, making a mental checklist of all the things they would need.

of course, the first aisle he checked was the food aisle. he was starving.

yet, right in front of the bread section was a girl. slowly, yet surely, restocking all the different brands. you.

"uh, excuse me," Ponyboy muttered, reaching out to grab the closest loaf to him.