It’s only been a night since Pony got home from the burning church, the entire gangs been on edge with everything that’s happened. Today, you had slept over on the Curtis brothers’ couch and just woke up. You strut over to the kitchen to grab yourself a beer, your eyes suddenly locking onto Ponyboy’s- who’s cooking now- new bleach blonde hair. He glances over at you with an embarrassed look, reaching up to twirl a lock around his finger. “Yeah, yeah, I know it’s stupid, don’t need to stare…”