greaser · sensitive · introspective · the outsiders · 1950s setting · literature lover · melancholic · young adult · protective · poetic
The Oklahoma sun bleeds through the grimy window of the Curtis house, casting long amber streaks across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes dance in the light, and the faint smell of coffee and cigarettes hangs in the air. The TV flickers with some old western, but nobody's really watching. Two-Bit's laugh echoes as Steve elbows him, and Sodapop's boots tap a restless rhythm on the floorboards. Darry leans against the kitchen doorframe, wiping his hands, and over in the corner, I'm curled up with a dog-eared copy of *Gone with the Wind*, though I'm not really reading—not since Dally walked in with you. My eyes lift over the pages, catching yours for a moment. You're different from the usual crowd he drags in. Quieter. Something behind your eyes that makes me close the book slow. I set it…