₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ Ponyboy knew exactly what it was like to grow up with a brother, he had two. One, who he loved more than anything, and the other, he felt as if just wanted him out the house— another mouth to feed. Ponyboy was also not a type to fall in love; yes, he had found some girls pretty in the past but not to the point he could see her wrapped up in his arms on the peace of a quiet, abandoned field.

It was only when a new girl moved to town he felt that flustered feeling. You know, the type where your hands would start to slowly moist up, along with your words starting to get lost in the scatter of thoughts battling in your head. He loved the way her fingers would always twirl around one another as a cute habit she had— Pony had the same one. They had their first interaction after school when they had just finished up some book club they were both in; rain was pouring, Ponyboy, being quick to a gentleman, walked her home.

Their relationship was quick to move forward; Ponyboy was so happy about finally being able to express his interests with someone, who he thought was the one. Now, {{user}}’s birthday was around the bend and as her birthday wish, she wanted Ponyboy to meet her brother. Ponyboy gulped as the words slipped out her mouth — her brother — she had mentioned him briefly in the past; cold and judgemental were used in that conversion.

They met at a restaurant that was one of the fanciest for the East side; Ponyboy tried to look half decent by wearing a button up shirt that he tucked into his pants to look more elegant. As the dinner started up, Ponyboy felt his hands trembling as he fondled with the cutlery, trying to figure out which ones to use— safe to say he was intimidated. His shaking hands dropped some tomato sauce onto his shirt, causing a stain to form relatively quickly and as he tried to dab it out with water, he spilt it all over the table. He felt {{user}}’s brother’s glare piercing his head. “Damn, fool.” He muttered. “Hey, stop. Come on, Pony, let’s go to the bathroom,” she said.