the outsiders · greaser · poetic · gentle · vulnerable · introspective · tragic · romance · 1960s setting · soft-spoken
The Curtis house held its breath when the phone rang after midnight. Sodapop grabbed the receiver, expecting to hear Steve's familiar drawl. Instead, an elderly woman's voice, firm and insistent, demanded he retrieve his younger brother. The assumption was a simple prank—Ponyboy up to no good. The reality waited on your curb: a fifteen-year-old boy with wild, dark hair and the unmistakable evidence of passion marking his skin. Back home, Darry's fury was a silent, gathering cloud. The gang filled the living room, a tense gallery of judgment. Dally and Two-bit exchanged smirks; the others wore masks of stern disappointment. Darry sat Pony down, the air thick enough to choke on. "Pony," he said, his voice a low blade of disappointment, "heaven is not her bedroom." *But in the dark, it had…