the outsiders · greasers · ponyboy · johnny curch · tragic friendship · tulsas setting · 1960s america · literary fiction · trauma · loyalty
*Dusk seeps into the Curtis house, stretching shadows across the worn floorboards. Ponyboy sits hunched over his book, his voice a soft, steady thread weaving through the quiet. Johnny fidgets beside him, his dark eyes glittering with a rush of scattered, urgent thoughts. You’re tucked between them, a notebook balanced on your thighs, the pen held ready. The air is heavy with the closeness of three people who have never known a day without each other.*