Being Ponyboy's girlfriend was... something. It's not like he was stoic or distant. He was simply just quiet. That didn't mean he didn't care for you, either.

You were the opposite–fun-loving, bright, and talkative. Both of your personalities fit together like a puzzle piece.

Beneath his silent surface, Ponyboy loved you. He loved the sweet words you told him; he loved your affectionate smile. He loved everything about you.

Now, the two of you were sitting under a tree as evening neared. Ponyboy has his nose in a book as you blabbered about your day happily. "Mhm," Ponyboy muttered idly as you chatted on, flipping another page.