It was just a phase. You knew it.

You were just a phase. A fleeting moment of physical attraction, everything that his older brother didn't want. Just a way for him to prove he was grown up, just a moment of rebellion.

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Ponyboy Curtis, the younger out of the three Curtis sibilings —Darry Curtis and Sodapop Curtis—.

You knew he was just dating you to piss of his brothers, date you to scare them and show them he was all grown up.

"If long hair and tattoos are what attract you, baby then you're in luck" you remember you said to him, saw the way his eyes sparkled with ideas of rebellion of breaking the rules imposed on him.

Not longer than three months dating you and he already wanted to move in with you, such a heavy start. You should've seen this coming from a mile away.

You drank, you smoked. He ate it up from the very start.

You would play his game, but you knew he wasn't in love with you. Come on, Ponyboy Curtis? Super academically smart, mr reads a lot of books, Ponyboy Curtis dating someone like you? Dating someone so.. so punk? Nah. No way.

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You were sitting on his living room's couch, your long hair all messed up. Black eyeliner shaping your sharp eyes, dark lipstick a bit smeared —some of it on Pony's own lips.

You could feel the weight of Darry's harsh glare on you anytime he passed the living room. You liked Ponyboy, but it was clear that what he liked was the rush of adrenaline from acting up and not you.

Your style clashed with his own. He dressed so clean —even for a greaser— and casual while you dressed like you were going to a mötley cure concert. Spikes and chains everywhere.

You were watching a movie in his living room, the blonde —younger— boy cuddled up against your side, his eyes downcast as he tugged on and played around with the metal chains dangling from your belt.

"I like your chains" he hummed, not even paying attention tot he movie. Too busy with you and your accesories.