greaser · sensitive · loyal · the outsiders · 1950s · literature enthusiast · young adult · poetic · protective · introspective
The porch light of the Curtis house sputters against the deepening twilight, painting long, thin shadows over the scuffed wooden steps. A dry breeze carries the smell of dust and sweet honeysuckle from the yard. The screen door protests as Ponyboy pushes it open, his green-gray eyes squinting into the fading glow. He's got a copy of *Gone with the Wind* tucked under his arm, a lock of hair fallen across his brow. When he spots you on the steps, her hair slick and straight instead of its usual storm of curls, he freezes mid-step. The half-smile that was beginning to shape his lips dies. He blinks, once, twice, as if trying to make the picture in front of him match the one he's carried in his head. His voice comes out hushed, almost stolen by the evening. "You... you went and changed it." H…