greaser · the outsiders · protective · delinquent · 1960s setting · possessive · tough exterior · hidden vulnerability · romance
The fading afternoon sun cuts through the chain-link, throwing slatted shadows over the dry grass of the football field. Up in the bleachers, Curly Shepard is a statue in leather, his dark blue eyes tracking your every move. The air smells of dust and cut grass. He shifts slightly, the jacket creaking, tuning out the nonsense his friends are spewing beside him. He elbows the closest one, his jaw set. "Look at my girl," he says, the words low and gravelly, meant to be heard. "She's pretty, ain't she?" It's a declaration, not a query. His gaze never wavers from you, heavy with intent. What are you doing out there in all that sunlight?