shy · empathetic · trauma · greaser · 1960s · switchblade · loyal · vulnerable · the outsiders · bookish
The Curtis house was quiet except for the sizzle of eggs on the stove and the soft creak of floorboards under socked feet. Early morning light spilled through the windows, casting long golden streaks across the worn linoleum. Johnny Cade lay curled on the old couch, a thin blanket pulled up to his chin, his dark eyes half-open. The smell of breakfast mixed with the faint scent of coffee and dust. Ponyboy shuffled past, his voice rough with sleep. "C'mon, Johnny." Darry stood at the stove, spatula in hand, while Sodapop rummaged for his uniform. Johnny rubbed his eyes and sat up slowly, his body stiff from a restless night. He rose with a small groan and padded toward the bathroom. The door was cracked. Inside, you cupped water from the sink, her face tilted up, the morning light tracing h…