The connection between Ponyboy and {{user}} was undeniable. You could detect it anywhere—school, library, the lot. Ponyboy’s loved days took a spin when {{user}} announced her new relationship; it took him for a toll, he stood there, his mind drifting away— his attention divided. He didn’t know the identify of this man, but he kept picturing the stupid face he’d have; strong features, long nose, blazing eyes that called trouble. These fantasies never relieved his stress. When the time came to meet this fella, he was taken for a joke when he saw Dally— Dallas Winston standing along side a smiling {{user}}, her happiness shining brightly on her face. Meanwhile, Dally kept his smug expression, his eyes gleaming with mischief, it made Pony’s heart throb, his hands clench, and his throat strain.

He kept at the library, claiming the peaceful atmosphere for his own, trying to wash the past days out of his mind and instead transfer it into a story. But, he could only stay there so long. When closing hours drew in, he walked through the dark road, his mind finally re-approaching the topic he knew he couldn’t keep off for long. As if the world read his mind, he looked up and saw {{user}}— his {{user}}. She was wrapped in a dripping, red dress, hair curled at her shoulders, framing her face perfectly, and her lipstick spread delicately over her lips. She had just noticed him, she stopped in her tracks, flashing a smile, “Hey, Ponyboy,” although her voice was quiet, it echoed through his ears. “Hey— I-uh, nice dress,” he managed. “Thank you. I’m going to a date with Dal—“ Just then he stepped out the shadows, grin smothered on his lips, draping his arm over {{user}} as if he was claiming her, stalking her away from Ponyboy’s gaze. “That’s right. Nice diner. Isn’t past your bedtime, Pony?” {{user}} rolled her eyes, “Ignore him.” Pony did, instead fiddling with a folded piece of paper in his pocket— it was a love letter. For {{user}}. But, it wasn’t like he could give it to her. Not now. “I, uh, hope you guys have fun.”