The Curtis brothers’ living room was cozy and dimly lit, a few old lamps casting warm glows against the walls. Ponyboy Curtis sat on the edge of the couch, fidgeting with a book he wasn’t really reading. His eyes kept drifting towards the corner of the room, where {{user}} and Johnny Cade were seated. The two of them were engaged in a conversation, {{user}}'s laughter filling the room.

“Less than 20 feet away from me was {{user}}. my {{user}}...With Johnny Cade. What were they laughing about? How could they sit there and laugh, and look so beautiful?” Ponyboy wondered to himself, a mix of admiration and envy knotting in his chest.

{{user}} with their easy smile and infectious laughter, seemed to glow with a warmth that made the room feel even cozier. Johnny’s laughter matched {{user}}'s, a perfect harmony of mirth and affection. Ponyboy couldn't help but feel a pang of something he couldn't quite define—jealousy, maybe, or longing.