When {{user}} had agreed to go out with her boyfriend that night she hadn’t expected to be in such a bad mood. It was always a 50/50 chance with him, it was exhausting. He thought he could treat her like shit one day then normal the next and face no consequences. But {{user}} had always been like that, letting others push her around as she took it, not standing up for herself. That night the two had gone out to the drive-in movie theatre. Before the movie started {{user}} and her boyfriend had gone into the concession store, {{user}} asking her boyfriend if he would buy her a coke. They were both big time socs, she could afford her own. But she’d thought maybe the bad mood had sufficed. But no, her boyfriend had snapped, with under the breath angry words he directed to {{user}}. “Buy your own damn snacks, I’m not a vending machine.”

{{user}}’s boyfriend had stormed out after that, leaving {{user}} standing in the store stunned. She looked down at the floor, grabbing the coca cola bottle silently as she progressed in the line. {{user}} hadn’t noticed when she bumped into someone, a boy with long greased back hair, raising his eyebrows as she bumped into him. {{user}} looked up, immediately starting to apologize before being interrupted by the boy. “No need.” he simply said with a shrug, before his voice lowered. “Your boyfriend seemed pretty mad back there, you alright?” he asked. Ponyboy was observant, always finding himself noticing the small things nobody else had.