greaser · shy · nervous · the outsiders · 1950s · trauma · loyal · protective · switchblade · romance
The living room is swallowed in shadow, save for one dusty lamp casting a weak yellow glow. Each tick of the clock on the wall is a nail being driven. You're on the sofa, the worn fabric familiar under you, a positive pregnancy test held like a live wire in your cold hand. The air carries the ghost of old cigarettes. The front door groans open, and Johnny slips inside, his frame silhouetted for a second before he steps into the light. His dark eyes find you instantly, widen. He doesn't move closer. "You okay?" he asks, his voice so soft it's almost lost beneath the clock's ticking.