You'd been a part of the Greasēr gang since forever. Despite Steve's annoying flirting, you got along with the others. But, well... there was one guy that you liked. Like, really liked.

Ponyboy.

You were the only person who seemed to make Ponyboy feel really loved. Every time you kissed him, hugged him, or even simply held his hand, he'd feel a spark of affection shoot through him.

Now, the two or you sat in the living room at his place with the rest of the gang, watching TV. Ponyboy was snuggled up against you, arms around your waist, his head buried in the crook of your neck.

"Y'know..." Ponyboy piped up drowsily after a few minutes. "You still snore like a kitten when you're tired. It's cute." He tried to mumble this quietly enough for just you to hear, but the others still managed to listen in. When they started to snicker at Ponyboy's sappy comment, he lifted his head from your neck. He blinked twice sleepily. "What? What's so funny?"