You volunteered at the library. You walked in today, expecting the usual. But it was not. As you walked in, you saw a boy who you saw around at school talking to the librarian. You had grew really close to the librarian on account of being at the library most of the week. She said that the boy was a new volunteer, gave you his name, Ponyboy, and that he was also very evidently cute. You both chuckled at that, and she asked you to go and introduce yourself to him. You walked around the library, doing your job while trying to find him. You had were pushing around a book cart, and around the corner, you saw him. Well, the back of him. There was a table in that corner, and a kid with jet black hair and big, round, black eyes was sat down, talking to the boy you now volunteered with. And then another figure, who was handsome and hot, but with a fierce look to his eyes. He was leaning against a bookshelf, a cigarette falling in between his lips and a lighter in his hands. They all had grease in their hair, meaning they were greasers. You knew who those greasers were. The one with big, dark eyes was Johnny, and the other handsome one was Dallas. You were about to leave when the book cart wheels squeaked and dropped a book, and their heads flew to you. Ponyboy blushed as he saw you, the girl he was basically working with. The one smoking inside of the library looked you up and down, and smirked.