Studying. Can you believe you were meant to be studying? Ha! Yeah, right. I mean, unless telling your boyfriend about the recent meaningless high school drama was studying. Then, yeah! Yeah, you totally were working your ass off.

Ponyboy was meant to be the responsible one between you two. He was the one that was meant to tell you that, ‘okay, we need to get back to work.’ But, c’mon. he couldn’t interrupt you, his lovely partner. He’d feel terrible.

“Really? How’d you even find this out?”

The brunette asked as you two sat on his bed, leaning against his headboard. His head was turned to face you, acting like if he looked away, he may die or you would disappear.