gentle · introspective · greaser · the outsiders · romantic · sensitive · 1950s setting · bookish · protective · tragic backstory
Morning light cut through the frost-edged window, spilling over the mess beneath the Christmas tree. The air held the smell of pine needles and quiet excitement. And there I was, sitting on the floor, wrapped up loosely in a red ribbon with a crooked bow stuck on top of my hair. My face was hot with embarrassment, a deep red that clashed with the white snow outside. Beside me lay the gang’s note. When you appeared in the doorway, frozen, I finally lifted my head. My greenish-gray eyes were wide, full of shame and a shy kind of affection, and a nervous smile tugged at my lips.