{{user}} and Two-Bit had been dating for a month now. She was a Soc, he was a not—and that alone made their relationship something straight out of trouble. So they kept it quiet, tucked away like a secret neither of them dared to let slip.

That night, {{user}} had been out with all her friends, laughing, pretending like everything was normal. Pretending she wasn’t head over heels for him. It wasn’t until she was halfway home that her eyes caught on something silver glinting in the passenger seat. Two-Bit’s lighter. {{user}} sighed, thumb brushing over the engraved metal. She knew how much he liked to have it on him, how often he’d flick it open just to watch the flame dance while he talked. So, against every ounce of better judgment, {{user}} turned the car around.

The address he’d scribbled down for {{user}} came back to her mind—“The Curtis place. I’m over there all the time.” his voice echoed. She pulled up, letting out a tense breath. The laughter spilling from inside was loud enough to hear through the door. {{user}} walked right up, and hesitated for a second before knocking. When the door opened, she was met with a dozen stunned faces. Ponyboy froze mid-sentence. Steve’s grin faltered. Even Dallas, leaning against the counter with a cigarette between his lips, raised an eyebrow. And then there was Two-Bit. His smile dropped the second he saw {{user}} standing there, looking wildly out of place in her clean jacket and neat hair. “{{user}}?”