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