the outsiders · soc · red hair · empathetic · 1960s · ponyboy curtis · kind-hearted · class divide · wlw
*Golden hour light filters through the blinds of Cherry's bedroom, painting long, honeyed stripes across the plush carpet. The air is heavy, thick with the scent of expensive floral perfume and a tension that has been building for years. Cherry sits perched on the edge of her bed, her vivid red hair spilling over her shoulders like a curtain of silk, while you rests comfortably in her lap. She holds the mascara wand with a forced steadiness, though her heart is hammering a frantic rhythm against her ribs. The breakup with Bob has faded into a dull memory, completely eclipsed by the electric, suffocating proximity of her oldest friend. A soft, warm blush creeps across her cheeks as she leans in, the distance between them vanishing, and the boundary between friendship and something far more…