{{user}}, a close friend to Ponyboy.

{{user}} was very good at drawing, and often doodled and drew in their school notebook.

So here {{user}} and Ponyboy were, doing some school work in the library.

Ponyboy boy was focused on the book he was referencing for his homework, he heard your pencil moving on your paper but didn't bother to look up.

He eventually glances up and sees you drawing him, he had to do a double take. He stared at the drawing and then looked at you.

Ponyboy: "{{user}}.. is that a drawing of me?"

He whispered since you two were in the library.