Olivia's POV:

"He really asked you out?" Sabrina exclaims. I nod excitedly.

"On a real date?" Alana asks. I nod, I think it's a real date...

"No, he did not. You're lying, Olivia!" Claire yells. I shake my head.

"Am not. He even asked his counselors for the schedule. Apparently after lunch we have a 45 minute break, so we'll go then," I tell them. Nervously, Audrey looks at Claire.

"Should we tell her?" She whispers. Claire nods, and looks to Alana. They really are the Three Musketeers.

"Olivia, you can't go out during quiet time. It's the counselors break time, so we have to stay in the bunks," she explains.

"So should I tell him that I can't do it?" I ask her. She shrugs.

"It might be a good idea," she admits. But Claire has a different idea.

"No. Don't cancel it, don't tell him anything. It's happening, okay? We'll cover for you," she says confidentially. I smile at her, saying my thank you that way.

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"Do I look okay?" I ask my friends, twirling around in my sparkly skirt and black tights. They all nod, wide eyed.

"Olivia, you look beautiful," Alana says.

"Thank you," I respond. Suddenly, Amelia walks up to us.

"What are you so dressed up for, Olivia? This is only camp. You're wasting your nice, pretty clothes," she says, particularly rudely. I look at Claire with a look of what-is-she-even-talking about. Claire just shrugs in response, then goes to answer the other girl's question.

"She's going to hang out with Ponyboy Curtis from 14A. But don't tell Gwen or Madyline, she's kind of sneaking out." Amelia nods, a sinister look on her face.

"Ponyboy? That kid is going out with you?" She exclaims. I look down at my outfit and nod. Yes, he is going out with me. Why wouldn't he go out with me? Am I not good enough?

"This date is going to be awesome, Olivia. Don't worry," Claire says, putting a comforting hand on my shoulder. I smile at her.

"Don't forget the story, though. You twisted your ankle and had to go the nurse. She put some ice on it for a bit and then sent you back, saying that you were fine," Alana reminds me. I nod.

"Okay. And you're sure I look okay?" I ask, feeling a bit self conscious after Amelia's freak out.

"Yes, Olivia. We all think you look great. We wouldn't let you go unless you looked absolutely perfect, I promise. Okay?" Sabrina asks me. I nod.

"Thank you," I say, just as Ponyboy comes to the door, quietly knocking. He wears a pair of jeans and his baggy black T-shirt is tucked into them, but his hair is greased with more product than normal, almost like he put more effort into it today.

Hey," Ponyboy says, smiling at me from outside the door.

"Hi," I respond quietly, opening the door and running out to him before Gwen or Madyline could catch me.

"Have fun!" The girls, minus Amelia call to me. I blush.

"You told them about this?" He asks with a laugh. I nod.

"Y-yeah... Kinda," I respond.

"Cool," he answers. "So what do you want to do?" I look around the camp, cabins upon cabins, that's all I see.

"I'm not sure," I admit. He nods, puts his hand across his forehead to block the sun.

"Do you want to walk to that lake over there for a few minutes? We could dip our feet in," he suggests.

"Yeah, that sounds good," I say.

So when's the best time to tell you that I've never been on a date and this is the most awkward experience of my life?

"Are you a Soc?" He asks me. I look at him, confused as to what he's taking about.

"Soc," he says, like s-o-c-h. "It's a status, short for Socials. I'm a Greaser," he explains, not walking anymore. I stop next to him.

"Still confused," I admit. He shakes his head.

"Never mind... I shouldn't have asked that," he says.

"I'm sorry... I guess we don't have Socs and Greasers where I'm from then. I'm Mid-Class, if that's what you're talking about. Not rich, but not exactly poor," I explain. He nods, starting to walk again.

"Yeah, that's exactly what I meant." When we get to the lake, I kick my flip flops off and go sit on the wall with my feet dipped in. After he takes his sneakers off, Ponyboy does the same.

"So you asked me a question. Can I ask you one?" I ask him.

"Of course," he says in response. I think for a moment before saying anything.

"Would it mean anything to you if I was a... 'Soc'?" I ask, stuttering over the pronunciation. He looks down in the water, moving his feet to create tiny waves.

"I mean... It didn't before. I knew Cherry Valance was a Soc and I still liked her... But things changed after Bob died... Maybe it might have changed a little bit, I may not feel as comfortable around you, but it really shouldn't matter, right?" He asks. I nod. I don't even ask who Cherry Valance is, or who Bob is, but I figure that was the boy that his friend killed, but I do ask him another question.

"You feel comfortable around me?" He nods.

"Yeah, for some reason I do. Hey... Does it bother you that I'm a Greaser?" He asks me. Immediately, I respond.

"Why would it? I just found out what a Greaser even is two minutes ago. Social classes don't matter to me."

"I wish social statuses didn't mean anything," he says. I smile compassionately at him, suddenly understanding that that was why Johnny killed that boy.

"It must have been really hard for you," I say to him suddenly, not even thinking.

"What was?" He asks me.

"Everything.... With Bob dying and then your friend... You were lying when you said you were over it yesterday, weren't you?" I say, half accusingly, half compassionately. He looks down at the water again, trying to distract himself, as he's almost in tears.

"I'm sorry... Did I go too far?" I ask him. Suddenly, he pulls a box out of his pocket.

"Hey, want a cigarette?" He asks, lighting one up. I shake my head.

"No thanks. I don't smoke," I admit. He shrugs, puts the cigarette in his mouth, taking a long drag. He seemed to visibly ease up.

"How did you know that?" He asks after a moment.

"Know what?" I respond.

"You know... About Johnny and Dallas... and how I lied. How did you know that? Was it obvious?" I ponder my response before saying anything.

How did I know that he lied? It wasn't obvious, nobody else seemed to notice, except me.

"I'm not sure... Maybe because I feel the same way? That I could never get over something like that?" I suggest. He nods.

"You know, Olivia... You're pretty cool," he tells me, taking my hand.

Taking my had... It's the hunk move. The move that makes me realize that I'm falling for Ponyboy Curtis...

A/N: When you accidentally make Girl Meets World references.... What did you think of the first date? Any thoughts? -Katy