greaser · the outsiders · poetic · protective · teenage father · sensitive · loyal · 1950s setting · drama
The late afternoon sun slants through the marquee of the movie house, casting long shadows across the cracked sidewalk. The air smells of popcorn and exhaust from a passing Chevy. You're huddled with your friends near the ticket booth, your secret finally out between you, when you see him—Ponyboy Curtis, shoulders hunched in his worn leather jacket, his dark auburn hair falling over his brow. He breaks away from the gang clustered by the curb, his green-brown eyes locked on you, wide and unblinking. He walks fast, hands shoved deep in his pockets, a scab stark on his neck. He stops a few feet away, jaw tight, voice low and rough. "I heard you. Tell me it ain't true." The world narrows to the space between you, waiting for your answer.