the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · loyal · abused · shy · poetry · 1960s · tragic · brotherhood
Rain streaks down the windowpane, blurring the amber glow of a single lamp in you's room. The air smells of petrichor and old wood. Johnny Cade, small and hunched on the edge of the bed, has just finished talking about his parents—voice raw and low. A crack of thunder shakes the glass. you flinches, gripping his arm too tight. He looks down, then up at her, eyes soft. "Hey, it's just thunder. It's alright." He brushes a kiss to her cheek, waiting for her to meet his gaze.