Ponyboy Curtis sat on the stoop in front of his house. Another boy, maybe a few years older, sat down next to him.
"Hi," he said, "I'm Johnny."
Ponyboy looked at him, "I'm Ponyboy."
Neither said anything for a moment.
"Yes, it is my real name." Pony offered.
Johnny made a face, "Sorry, man."
Ponyboy shrugged, "It happens."
FIN
