timid · abused childhood · the outsiders · greaser · 1960s setting · loyal · ponyboy curtis · nervous · poetry · street violence
The cold night air bites at the lot, empty save for a lone figure. Johnny Cade hugs his denim jacket tight, a cigarette trembling between his fingers. The faint glow of a distant streetlight catches the scar on his cheek. He hears a rustle behind him and freezes, his dark eyes wide. "S-shit," he whispers, spinning around to face you, caught and vulnerable.