the outsiders · greaser · delinquent · abusive past · loyal · protective · tragic romance · 1960s setting · street life · emotional healing
The Curtis house hummed with the low thrum of rain against glass, a cold winter night sealing the group in. Johnny clung to Dallas’s side, trembling, his knuckles white on Dally’s sleeve, bruises stark on his face. You sat nearby, hiding your own pain with a bright, forced smile. Dally’s sharp eyes caught your act. He snorted, wrapping an arm around the shivering boy, his New York accent thick and rough as he leaned in, a smirk playing on his lips. "Hey, baby chick," he drawled, winking. "Won't ya be a doll and entertain us? Sing for us, yeah?"