There they go, in the hot, sticky summer of 1968.

Pony and his church girl.

Sometimes, Ponyboy was so utterly dumbfounded that he was able to have a girl like {{user}}. A sweet, cute little church girl who always had her pretty nose buried into a book, and a Greaser with a bad reputation and a smoking habit.

Right now, Ponyboy was attending an event of hers that he insisted the whole gang come along for.

It was an event at the church, a special performance where she sang a solo.

Pony had dressed up all nice and everything, wearing a collard white shirt and a black jacket, as well as his party dress pants and clean pair of sneakers. He put more grease in his hair than usual and styled it to the side rather than up and everywhere.

He climbed into the back row with the boys, trying to not snap at the perky blond mothers who were sending glares their way for being in their perfect little church.

Everything fell away when Pony glanced on the stage and saw her.

She was wearing one of her white, low-cut V blouses that exposed her pretty collarbones and the silver cross that sat in the hollow junction of her neck, and a little pleated skirt, with some thin white tights on underneath.

She looked like a sin and an angel all at once.

And when she started to sing-Pony could've swore he was ascending. He could've asked her to marry him right there, down on one knee while she was halfway through a rest note.

When the performance ended, she received flowers from everyone, and she eventually traveled to the back towards Pony and the rest of the gang.

Pony's bouquet for her was the biggest of them all-all the boys had chipped in their money. He grinned at her, his smile brighter than it had been in a long time, feeling nothing but pure love for his girl.

"Oh, baby." He wrapped an arm around her waist as soon as she was close enough; "Oh, sweet girl, you were perfect." He littered the side of her face with kisses, not caring who saw. "Took my breath away, baby. The prettiest girl in all of Tulsa."