Reckless Behavior || Ponyboy Curtis

He held his hand out as I lightly placed my hand in his, smiling ear to ear as he was a slight bit taller than I was by an inch or two. I stood up and crossed my arms, "Thank you for helping me up."

"It's the least I could do. Hey, what's your name?"

"Megan," I said, "Megan Schmidt. And you?"

"I hate my name," he mumbled, glancing at his running shoes and then back up at me, "You'll probably laugh if I tell ya'."

"Oh come on, it can't be that bad. If it's that bad, be proud that it's something different... and unique."

He sighed, "Ponyboy Curtis."

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we could make a statement here in the small town of Tulsa, Oklahoma and say that Greasers nor Soc's can hangout together without a big argument breaking out between the two classes. well, that's not the case. Megan Schmidt is a Soc and Ponyboy Curtis is a Greaser. Will they let rumors and arguments get in the way of their friendship? Or will they be something more?