You had just finished moving the last box into the bathroom when you heard your dad call you from the other room.
"(Y/N)! Come and help me unpack this!" he shouted.
Obeying your father, you walk into your living room and begin helping him unpack books into the all the shelves.
He gives you a warm smile. “It’s going to be better here, I promise.”
"Anythings better than that old dump," you say. Your dad wraps his arm around your shoulder and starts the same speech he does whenever you move somewhere new.
"When I was your age, I lived in the same house I moved out of when I was 20. I never traveled to new states or saw the world’s biggest ball of twine or made hundreds of friends like you have. I wish I could have had your childhood. You can learn so much from the world, and I only got to experience my city.
"It’s such a shame" you both recite in unison. Giving you a small squeeze, he lets you go and calls your mother over.
"Jen! Your daughter is doing that thing where she knows what I’m going to say before I say it again!"
"Rob, I have heard that speech more times than the amount of hairs on my head. It’s a wonder she didn’t say the whole thing for you."
Your father gives your mom a good-natured kiss on the cheek and goes back to unpacking.
It was a good thing you had moved into a house so close to the school, this way you could walk. All the flowers had started growing again after the bitter cold and every tree was green with life. It was the perfect day to start high school in Tulsa Oklahoma.
You had moved so many times that you had almost as many “first days” as you had teeth in your mouth. However, this was your first time being a freshman. Your parents decided that they better take a six month detox from everything and travel around as they pleased, meaning that you didn’t have to go to high school until today.
Your backpack bopped up and down to the beat of your steps, it wasn’t anything fancy, but it was functional.
As you walked into the school, a few boys waved at you with big smiles on their faces. You politely smiled back but didn’t go out of your way to make conversation with any of them.
Only one boy caught your eye that first day. He was standing at the end of the hallway with another boy that looked about as dangerous as a butterfly. Since you had decided it was always a good idea to make friends on the first day, you found yourself walking over to them.
"Hi, um. My name is (Y/N). What’s yours?"
"Hey, I’m Ponyboy and this here is Johnny," the first boy replied with a grin.
You couldn’t help but giggle a little bit. Ponyboy?
"That’s one hell of a nickname," You said while still trying to control your laughter. "How did you end up stuck with it?"
"Well my dad was an original guy, and that’s no nickname. It’s on my birth certificate and everything."
Immediately you stopped laughing and looked back at the boys with regret.
"I am so sorry. I didn’t know."
But he just waved it off. “Don’t worry about it. I get that a lot. So what brings you over here?”
"I figured I needed someone to show me around. I just moved here last week."
Pony considers this for a moment. “Sure thing, but only on one condition. You’ll let me show you around town after school too, so you can get your bearings.”
You can’t help but blush as you look down at your feet. “Okay. For starters, can you show me to the office to get my schedule?”
Seven hours later you and Pony meet on your front porch. He seems to have fixed his hair quite a bit since he got back from his house to tell his brothers what he was doing. But you couldn’t blame him since you had done the same.
"Ready to go (Y/N)?" he asks.
Ponyboy shows you all the sights worth seeing on his side of Tulsa and right before the sun sets, you sit down together on a small hill with your legs out in front of you.
"This has been real nice of you Pony." you couldn’t believe how fast the time had gone when you were with him.
"Oh it’s no big deal." he shrugs it off and smiles into the sky.
"So why are we here?" you ask.
"Don’t you like watching sunsets? They’re my favorite things in the entire world."
"I do like them. I was just wondering why you picked here specifically."
"You see, it’s the best place for a sunset, no trees blocking the way, or anything like that."
You reply with a simple “Oh.” and then both of you are swept into the beauty of the star.
After the sun had sunk completely into the horizon, you looked over at Pony. “I should probably be getting home soon, but it really has been nice talking to you. I appreciate it.”
"I enjoyed it just as much as you did (Y/N). Maybe we could be friends? I know I’m not exactly a Soc bu-"
You cut him off. “Ponyboy Curtis, I don’t care what your social standing is. You are perfect just the way you are. And I would love to be friends.”
Both you and Pony were walking up the hill you had walked up hundreds of times before. It had been about a year since you had moved to Oklahoma and it was the best place you had ever lived thanks to the Curtis boy. He was everything you could ever ask for in a friend and more. He comforted you when you were upset and you did the same for him.
"When do you think we’ll get tired of these sunsets Ponyboy?" I asked. We tried to go everyday but sometimes both of them were busy or it was too cloudy.
"Never, not in a million years." he replied. Over the past few months your best friend had started acting a little strange. He blushed more than usual and didn’t look you in the eye as much. Sometimes you caught him staring at you when he thought you weren’t paying attention.
You propped yourself up on your elbows like you always did and Pony repeated the motion.
Suddenly you felt his hand on yours and you swiveled your head towards him. Before you could say anything, Ponyboy started talking.
"(Y/N), we’ve been friends for a year now and I have enjoyed every single minutes of it. I can’t imagine how I lived without you. Ever since I heard you laugh for the first time, I knew you were the one. The way you talk in never ending sentences when you’re excited just makes me dizzy and I can’t think straight. The way you chew your pencil when you don’t know an answer on a test. The way you laugh too hard. Just everything about you makes me want to kiss you until the sun burns up."
You couldn’t believe it. Ponyboy was the absolute most perfect boy you had ever met, and you had definitely met a lot.
By now his face was redder than the sinking sun as he looked down at your hands.
Without a moment’s notice, you launched yourself at Pony, pinning him to the ground.
You leaned in close to his ear and whispered: “I love you.” before completely letting yourself go. At first he was surprised but after a few seconds he was kissing you with as much passion as you were.
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