"Wait...is that my shirt?!" Ponyboy Curtis
I had been home for around 5 minutes when Pony came in. "Hey Soda? You here?" he called out but was shocked when he heard a reply ring in my voice, "Nope he ain't, just me". He had removed his shoes as I could hear his feet pad across the floor joining me in the kitchen "Hey y/n, What you doing here?" he inquired "Well, I was-" "Wait...is that my shirt?!" I looked down at my feet as he kept his eyes on me awaiting an answer. "Uh yeah, I hope you don't mind I had to wash mine." He shook his head slowly "Nah, I don't mind. Why though?" I took a seat at the table and began to tuck into the sandwich I had made myself. "Some soc thought it would be hilarious to throw my drink over me as I walked here. And I figured you were closest to my size, so that's why." He remained silent as he sat beside me and took the half of the sandwich I offered him.
