This is another one shot I wrote back in November on KathrynHanna account! Enjoy!

UPDATE: I wrote that around a year ago. It's the beginning of September 2017 now. Enjoy.

There were times in young fourteen year old Ponyboy Curtis' life where he honestly was just so oblivious as to what was going on.

And this was one of those times.

He never believed he was attractive, his body was too feminine, his eyes were too green, his skin too pale, and his hair too red. It irked him to no end.

Sodapop was the looker of the family, with striking gold hair, dark dancing brown eyes, and the face and body of a god, as was Darry.

Yet, here Ponyboy was, backed into the corner of a wall, face to face with the infamous Sylvia.

"Hey there, Ponyboy, right? Very unique..." she said in a low, smooth like pudding voice that just gave Ponyboy the chills.

Ponyboy did his best not to shove past her curvy figure and sprint all the way back home. "U-uh..." Sylvia giggled into her hands, her painted crimson nails glimmering in the moonlight. "Don't be so shy sweetie, I just wanta help ya..."

Ponyboy gulped, his mouth going dry, and his cheeks in flames. "W-wha-?" Sylvia smirked, she just wanted to have some...fun...

She advanced towards him, her low cut, black and white polka dot swaying as the sound of her scarlet four inch high heels clicking against the cracked asphalt gave innocent Ponyboy a headache.

She cornered him, and traced his jawline with her index finger, a smug smirk planted on her red lips. She leaned in, and pressed a butterfly kiss on his cheek, causing him to gulp and turn away.

This caused the older girl to smirk even more as her other hand was laid on his thigh. Before she could even more her hand up, a voice broke the two apart.

"SYLVIA! WHAT THE HELL DO YOU THINK YOU'RE DOING!?"

Oh no. Dallas. Winston. Dallas Winston caught them. Ponyboy actually was terrified for his life now.

The two headed Greaser snarled as he grabbed Sylvia by the shoulders, and pulled her away from the youngest Greaser. "Get outta here Syl!" He hissed in her face.

Sylvia bit her lip, not the slightest bit affected as she shrugged her ivory shoulders and swayed her hips as she sauntered away from the alley.

Dally glared hard at Ponyboy as he grabbed his wrist, pulling him out of the alley. "She didn't touch ya, did she?" Ponyboy shook his head, his eyes wider than saucers.

Dally nodded and sighed in relief, with his free hand running his calloused fingers through his wispy white hair. Then he laughed. "Aye...you Curtis guys always attractin' the ladies...and the fiery ones at that!"