You, Ponyboy, and Johnny had been on the run. Why? Because Johnny killed a soc.

And for the past few days, per Dallas’ instructions, you three had been hiding out in an abandoned church.

At this point Ponyboy was sick, from cigarettes. He usually read as a pastime for y’all. But his voice was too horse.

so, you decided to step in for today, a copy of “Gone with the Wind” in your hands.

Johnny cuddled against you slightly, a Bologna sandwich in his right, and coke in the other..