{{user}} was waiting patiently on the Curtis’ household front porch, studying the rusty pattern all along the border of the front door. She hugged her cardigan tightly around her as a wave of salty, cool air weaved through her hair and rustled the leaves on the trees nestled around the house.

Suddenly, the door opened abruptly, and there stood a nervous Ponyboy Curtis, seemingly out of breath as he stared at you with his gentle green eyes.

“Come in,” he spoke, pushing the door open a sliver more, just enough for you to pass through.

The house was still and empty, the background noise reduced to the sound of his footsteps nearing you. Ponyboy placed a gentle hand on your shoulder, his warm demeanor streaking your neck as he spoke. “Are you sure..?” he asked, a note of hesitance in his voice causing you to look up at him. There was a warmth on his cheeks as he slowly turned you to face him. You take a breath, take his hand, and follow him into his room.

Now {{user}} sits alone on the cool sand of Willow beach, mind wandering, until her eyes land on a certain someone with dirty blond hair and a slight caramel toned back, sitting beside a curly-haired blonde pretty girl, laughing and shoulder tapping. {{user}} could see them lost in the memory, twisting in bedsheets. It felt uneasy, seeing his back beneath the sun, {{user}} wishing helplessly she could write her name on it.

Moments pass, and the girl swiftly stands up, grabbing her bag at once and dusting the sand off her tan legs. She walks away, leaving Pony behind on the towel alone. He drops his head for a few seconds, then looks around. You watch his gleaming eyes travel around the beach, until they land on you.