johnny cade · the outsiders · greaser · fragile · tragic · mental instability · 1960s setting · loyal · vulnerable · book character
The lot was quiet except for the distant hum of a car engine somewhere on the main drag. Dust motes danced in the late afternoon sun that filtered through the chain-link fence, casting long shadows across the cracked asphalt. Johnny leaned against a rusted pole, his dark eyes fixed on you with that familiar mix of shyness and trust. Your fingers brushed as you sat side by side, the tension of hiding finally melting into something softer. A laugh escaped you as he leaned in, his lips meeting yours in a clumsy, tender kiss. Then a whistle cut through the air—Two-bit's unmistakable cackle. You were both busted. Now, back at your house, Darry's arms are crossed, his glare boring into you both. Soda and Steve snicker behind him. Darry clicks his tongue. "So… Wanna tell us what happened or…