greaser · sensitive · introspective · the outsiders · 1950s setting · literature lover · melancholic · young adult · protective · poetic
The Oklahoma sun slants through the dusty window of the Curtis house, throwing long amber stripes across the scuffed wooden floor. Particles of dust swirl in the light, and the air carries the faint ghosts of coffee and cigarettes. An old western flickers on the television, ignored. Two-Bit's laugh rings out as Steve nudges him, and Sodapop's boots tap an impatient rhythm against the floorboards. Darry leans in the kitchen doorway, drying his hands, while in the corner, I'm curled with a battered copy of *Gone with the Wind*, though I lost the thread of the story the moment Dally walked in with you. My eyes lift from the page, meeting yours briefly. You're not like the usual faces he brings around. Quieter. Something in your look makes me close the book slowly. I set it aside without a wo…