C Thomas Howell Ponyboy Curtis Novels & Stories

“Nothing is going on between Ponyboy and me.” Jez tilts her head with an incredulous snicker. “Seriously? Come on, girl, that boy is hot. I mean, he might not be in the same league as a certain gorgeous tortured boy that likes to wear a lot of black, but he’s close.” I roll my eyes. “It’s never been like that. Plus, Ponyboy is a player.” Jez slaps her hands over her thigh, sits up on her knees, and faces me. “Maybe that’s what you need.”

-Processing things," I answered. Lying can be painful, but it makes you stronger and makes you not trust people too much. -I know. But I'm here for you, okay? -His hand went on my shoulder. I tensed a little. -Thank you. At that, a Homer in black made its appearance. Whose could it be? I couldn't see through the glass because it was dark. However, the boy got out. Thomas. He was wearing black jeans, a white t-shirt inside and a black jacket. His hair was tousled, as usual, even though he has longer hair it makes him look super better. And I can't believe I thought that. His gaze landed on us, he was obviously upset to see Apollo here with me. He stayed leaning against his car, pulling out hi