I bet you guys are getting pretty tired of Ponyboy😂 I think there might be a Dally one coming at you tomorrow...

Your first fight/break up

"Ponyboy! That's not fair!" She yelled at me. Of course it wasn't fair, she was out with another guy.

"You're not being fair, Emily. When I asked you out I figured we'd be exclusive!" Being exclusive is one thing, but I never even expected her to flirt with someone else. 

"Exclusive? Exclusive?!" She yelled. "We are! What would have ever given you the idea that we weren't?" I rolled my eyes. Like she didn't know.

"Could it be the three guys that saw Chase Douglas flirting with you? They said you were giving it right back to him," I told her. I had heard from more than that, and one even said they almost kissed.

"He told me I looked pretty. I was flattered, Ponyboy," she tried to explain.

"Why were you even at the library with another guy?" I demanded.

"We were doing a project," she explained.

"A project that you couldn't do with me?" I asked. I was getting annoyed. The least she could have done was invite me instead of ditching me to go out with some other guy. And instantly regretted.

"What?" She asked. She looked at me, tears filling her eyes.

"You're... you're kidding right?" My heart broke a little bit as her voice cracked. I wanted to take her in my arms right now and hold her. Tell her that it was okay and I was sorry, but I was still too upset with her to.

"Nope." It hurt to say. And I wanted to kill Chase Douglas. She started sobbing. I wanted to ask her to leave, or for us to talk, or something but I was frozen. Everything, from my head to my heart to my stomach hurt. I could barely breathe. The wasn't at all what I wanted to happen.

"P-please don't, Ponyboy," she muttered, her head in her hands. She looked so sad. I just wanted to do something, but I was too... I don't know what I was feeling to even talk. I just stared.

"I'm sorry," she muttered. And my heart broke a little bit more. I loved this girl more than anything.

"Emily," my voice broke too, halfway through her name. It hurt to hear. And then I realized: what did she have to be sorry for? We fought for almost an hour over this. She broke a date, but only to work on a project. I had yelled at her for no reason. She hadn't done anything wrong. I opened my mouth to apologize, but she was already halfway out the door.

"I have to go," she muttered, walking out. I knew she wouldn't be going far, to the lot or to find Johnny, but I couldn't let her go. I grabbed her hand. I felt tears running down my cheeks that I didn't know were there. I hadn't even realized I was crying. I smacked them away with my free hand.

"E-Emily, I'm so sorry," I whispered. She was sobbing. I pulled her close. She tried to push me away.

"I'm so sorry," I said again, although I let her go. "Please don't be mad at me." I could tell that she was, though.

"I... I don't know why I did it," I stuttered, realizing for the first time how much I really needed her.

"I hate you," she said, causing a new wave of tears. I hated me too.

"I'm so sorry, Emily." I only hoped she realized that. I only hoped she knew that I couldn't live without her.

"But I also love you," she said. I almost didn't believe it. I was too shocked to say it back at first.

"I need you, Ponyboy. I'm sorry I had to cancel our date, but you know that school is most important. I'll try not to do it again." I smiled at her. She was my one and only.

"I love you so much, Emily."