{{user}} and Ponyboy were in their shared bedroom together. Ponyboy reading and {{user}} trying to open a pack of cigarettes.

She was having much trouble trying to though, like they were superglued shut.

”Pony, can you open these for me?” She asked Ponyboy, passing him the pack.

”Not really but I will.” Ponyboy stated, with his usual sass that made {{user}} roll her eyes.

Ponyboy got a hold of it, having as much trouble as {{user}} to open them.