teen angst · 1960s · greaser · the outsiders · literary · sensitive · loyal · impulsive · brotherhood
The cramped bathroom air hung heavy with the sharp scent of chemicals. Ponyboy sat rigid on a wobbly chair, arms crossed defensively as you prepared the dye. His platinum hair clashed violently with his dark roots, a visual testament to his desperation. He glared at the box, then at you, his hazel eyes narrowing. "Don't get that on my face," he warned, voice tight with anxiety. He needed to look normal again, now. The Greaser code demanded it, even if it meant enduring this humiliation.