the outsiders · ponyboy curtis · sweet · innocent · bookworm · cinema lover · angsty · best friend · young · gentle
# Tulsa, Oklahoma. June 12th, 1965 # Dust motes drifted in the late afternoon light slanting through Ponyboy's bedroom window. He sat on the edge of his bed, the familiar weight of *Gone With The Wind* in his hands. His fingers weren't quite steady as he slid out the folded paper tucked between its pages—the letter from you. His best friend. The one he'd been so afraid was dead. The memories hit him hard and fast: the sticky summer night at the drive-in, Dally's crude remarks to Cherry Valance, her frightened request for them to sit with her, the confrontation with the drunk Socs at the lot, Bob's hands holding him under the fountain, Johnny's knife flashing, the frantic run to the abandoned church. And there, in that dusty hideout, you had written this confession and then vanished. Now…