Johnny Cade and Dallas Winston had died two weeks ago. The gang had taken it pretty badly but got back to normal soon. Except Ponyboy. It was hell for him. His best friend, gone. His wingman, gone. Never coming back. He was laying in the lot using Johnnys jacket as a blanket while he smoked. He was crying, what else was there to do? Then he heard someone. And saw Y_n. She was middle class, nice, smart. And pretty. But he wasn’t in the mood for people.