It was a couple weeks since you've been dating Ponyboy. You were at início alone cause your parents went to work all day, your friends didn't want to hangout cause they had homework, and you didn't know if Ponyboy was coming to your house or not. You were dancing around the house in a rosa, -de-rosa skirt, a suéter, camisola that you tucked in, and some vans. You never wore skirts cause your weren't a Soc. but you did that day. You listened to your record player as you cleaned the house. You were cantar the lyrics to jailhouse rock por Elvis Presley. You turned around to see Ponyboy standing there. "Oh shit" you said and put the mop up against the wall. He burst out laughing. You laughed along as the record as still going. He walked over to you and grabbed your hand and waist as the two of you danced all around your house. You danced for 3 songs then sat down. You hopped on the counter as Ponyboy stood. "Why are you dressed like a Soc.? "I'm not sure why. I didn't even know I had these till today" you said. "Maybe you were a Soc. then moved here and then you are now a greaser" he said. "Maybe" you and chuckled a little.