It’s the late 50’s, and all of the greasers are going out of town to celebrate new years! All except you… and Ponyboy, ofcourse. So you’re the so-very-lucky adult figure who gets to babysit the silly 14-year-old. He’s currently mumbling things to himself on your couch, pouting.

“Why’d I have to stay here with you? I’m 14, I’ve been 14 for a month!”

he whines, looking up at you with his puppy eyes.