[but read at ur own risk]
She sat with her feet in the little pond behind her house, looking at her reflection in the water.
"(Y/N), honey, you're friend Ponyboy is here!"
"Just a second!" She shouted to her mother, who was probably in the living room.
Her mother was a very...loud woman.
She took her feet out of the water and ran onto the back porch, not bothering to dry her feet before she stepped inside the small, elegant white abode. Her father was a very successful businessman, and was very much liked by the other townspeople. They had an abundance of money, so they had a nice home. Small, but nice.
Anyways.
"(Y/N), how many times do I have to tell you to dry your feet before you enter this household?" Her pretty mother shook her head, slapping her on the arm.
"You clean the floor before you start your little study-date with Ponyboy."
"Mom," she blushed lightly, "it's not a study-date, it's a study...session. Gosh."
"Oh, I'm sorry; you clean the floor before you start your little study session with Ponyboy."
"I will," (Y/N) stuck her tongue out at her mother and laughed when she got another slap to her arm. She cleaned up her mess and smiled nervously at Ponyboy, who was sitting quietly on her white, leather couch. He couldn't see her, but she smiled anyways.
"Hey, Pony." She said softly, and his head snapped in her direction. He stood up and wiped his clammy hands on his jeans, his breath catching in his throat as he caught sight of her.
Her hair was in some sort of braided bun, and there were strands of stray hairs everywhere, but it was really pretty. She was in a pair of blue jeans, but they were rolled up to the middle of her calves, and she was barefoot. She wore a sleeveless, floral-collared shirt, and to top it all off, a beautiful smile adorned her perfect face.
"Uh, hi - I, uh - are you ready? I brought some stuff for the project, if you wanna work on that today. If you don't, that's cool, too; we don't have to-"
"I want to," she answered quickly, and he nodded, grabbing his school bag before she motioned for him to follow her down the hall.
When they reached her room, he was utterly shocked by how simple and pretty it was - it reminded him of her. It was a very light grey, posters of bands he hadn't heard of adorning the walls. She had lights strung around the pictures, and her bed was in the corner. It was just a twin-sized mattress with light blue blankets and sheets and the white pillows had words like fucker and little shit on them. Her dressers were white, too. Her room was so fancy and simple and he really liked it.
"Nice room," he said, and she smile then winced because her bare feet were touching the cold, baby blue tiles below them.
"Thanks. Hey, can you get me a pair of socks while I use the bathroom? First drawer on the bigger dresser."
"Yeah, no problem." He said, and opened a random drawer when she went into the bathroom.
His eyes widened as a bunch of colorful lace - and cotton, but who cares about cotton? - bra-and-panty sets came into view.
"Just find a pair of socks," he reminded himself. Then he realized that it wasn't even the first drawer, so he closed it and looked where he was actually supposed to. He found a pair of black no-shows and turned around with them in his hands just as she opened the door.
