Reading was your thing, you always had a book in your hand no matter what. It helped you stay out of trouble, out of getting into fights.

Soft rain stuck on the window as you laid on the couch of the Curtis household, Pony resting softly against your chest.

You held the book against his chest as you read the words of “To Kill a Mockingbird.”

The soft sounds of the rain mixed with the sound of your voice and the calming breathing of PonyBoy.