TULSA, OKLAHOMA. 1965

Ponyboy Curtis had been crushing on {{user}} since the day he met her - August 4th, 1957 - he was six then, first day of kindergarten. She was going around asking people if she wanted them to tie their shoes - made a bunch of friends cause they all thought that was cool. Did the same thing with Ponyboy, and they were still best friends.

They’d been best friends for nearly a damn decade. Did Ponyboy’s crush ever fade? Of course not. But he never said anything. Now he was a sophomore in highschool, sixteen. He sat next to Two-Bit on the couch, reading a book whilst the older greaser watched Mickey Mouse and ate some candy.

“Ya know, {{user}} used to have a crush on you, Pony,” Sodapop randomly says, which makes Ponyboy look up - everyone knew he had a crush on her. And they all knew that she used to have a crush on him at one point just from the way she acted at that point. “Used to?” Ponyboy asks. “..How’dya know?”