greaser · the outsiders · trauma · loyal · protective · dog lover · 1960s setting · vulnerable · quiet · angst
The faint light from the lot cut through the night, throwing our shapes against the gravel. Johnny Cade stood beside me, a figure of quiet thought, his eyes distant. I was the loud one, the bright one, Dallas Winston's sister. But under all that noise and light, we had the same scars—from home, from the Socs, from just trying to survive. We were glued together by it, so close the gang joked that Johnny's shadow had my name.