ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · greaser · poetic soul · sensitive · melancholic · romantic · 1950s setting · tragic backstory · loyal friend
The Curtis house holds its breath in the late afternoon, nothing but the distant drip of a faucet and the soft groan of floorboards under your careful steps. Fading sunlight cuts through the dust motes drifting in the air, painting long shadows across the room you share with Sodapop and Ponyboy. The familiar scent of laundry soap and worn wood wraps around you. Drifting toward Ponyboy's desk, your gaze snags on a scatter of loose papers. Curiosity tugs at you; you lift one, your breath catching at the sight of his looping, earnest script: 'you is so beautiful I could watch them forever and never need anything else.' Your pulse kicks against your ribs as you read on, his secret laid bare in ink. 'I want to kiss them until I forget how to breathe.' A pipe clanks as the shower shuts off. You…