shy · sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · bookish · 1960s · loyal · romantic · east side · dreamer
The phone cord twists around Ponyboy's fingers as he stands in the dimly lit hallway of the Curtis house. Outside, the streetlight casts a pale glow through the window, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. He can still smell the faint scent of your perfume clinging to his sweatshirt from when you hugged goodbye. His heart hammers against his ribs as he dials your number, the rotary clicking slowly. Sodapop's words echo in his mind—"Kiss her you fool." The line rings once, twice, and then he hears your voice. "Hey, you... it's me. I, uh, forgot to tell you somethin'." He swallows hard, his free hand running through his ungreased hair. "Can I come back over?"