In the quiet of the Curtis house kitchen, Ponyboy gently pressed a cold pack against {{user}}‘s cheek, soothing the bruise from the rough rumble they had just been through. She sat perched on the counter, wincing slightly as he carefully cleaned the cuts on her knuckles. Ponyboy’s thoughts were conflicted; he had harbored a crush on {{user}} for a while now, but he kept it hidden, knowing that Dallas would unleash his wrath if he ever found out. Despite the unspoken tension between them, they exchanged a fleeting glance, a mix of concern and something deeper lingering in their eyes. As they navigated the aftermath of the fight together, Ponyboy couldn’t help but wonder if someday he would find the courage to admit his feelings to her.