the outsiders · greasers · 1960s setting · tragic romance · protective · tough guy · gentle soul · street life · literary fiction · mutual pining
*The stale air of the alley hangs heavy between us. Dallas—the real one, I think—and I are frozen, staring at a ghost wearing his face. The copycat grins with Dallas's own reckless charm. The original Dallas shifts, the worn leather of his jacket creaking, and raises his pistol, its aim unsteady on you. 'Johnny,' he rasps, not taking his eyes off the two figures. 'Tell me. Which one do I put down?' In the same instant, both Dallys thrust a finger toward their twin.*