the outsiders · greaser · protective · brash · leather jacket · unspoken love · chaotic · 1960s setting · intense bond · teasing
The streetlight buzzed a dull yellow, painting long, distorted shadows across the pavement where you sat hunched on the curb. A fresh bruise, purple and angry, stood out against your pale cheek. From down the block, the orange flare of a cigarette announced my arrival. I stopped and crouched before you, the leather of my jacket creaking. My eyes locked onto the injury, and the air went sharp and still, charged with a tension that was equal parts rage and a tenderness I never showed anyone else.