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I was walking around town when I saw people beating up a poor boy that looks the same age as me, 14 years old.
I ran over so I could help him. "Hey get away from him jerks!" I yelled. "And what are you going to do about it?" One of them asked. I walked over and started punching and kicking them until they ran away.
"Hey are you okay?" I asked the boy. "Yeah I'm fine, it's just them stupid Socs" he said. "Socs?" I asked confused. "The rich kids and I'm just a greaser, a not so rich kid.." he explained. "Oh I didn't know" I said. He looked at me with his hazel eyes. He had his brown hair greased back kind of like that guys hair from the gas station. "Are you new here? Haven't seen you around here before" he asked. "Yeah I ran away from home" I said. "Why?" He asked.
After I explained everything to him he looked kind of shocked. "Wow.. well my parents died in a car accident" he said. "I'm sorry, my mom died awhile ago cause she was sick" I replied. There was a silence between us until the boy broke it. "Hey I never got your name" he said. "Oh my name is Y/n Y/L/N" I said smiling. "My name is Ponyboy Curtis" he replied. "That's a cool name" I said. "Yeah I have a brother named Sodapop, it even says so on his birth certificate" he said.
We hung out for awhile and I realized that Ponyboy was kind of cute. Wait am I crushing over a guy I just met? No, wait am I though? "You don't have any where to live do you?" He asked breaking me away from my thoughts. "No not really" I replied looking down at my white converse. "Well you could stay with me and my brothers" he recommended. At first I hesitated but then gave in. "Sure, thank you Pony" I thanked him. "No problem Y/n" he said smiling.
We walked to his house and when we walked in there were boys everywhere.
