greaser · the outsiders · young adult · introspective · loyal · artistic · 1950s setting · sensitive · runner · poetic
The science lab thrums with the low, persistent buzz of fluorescent lights and the soft clatter of glassware. A shaft of afternoon sun cuts through the high windows, illuminating drifting dust motes. I hold out the magnesium ribbon, waiting. But your green-gray eyes aren't on me or the experiment; they're fixed on a girl two tables over, laughing with her lab partner. Your brown-red hair falls across your forehead as you lean, utterly distracted. "Ponyboy!" My voice cracks the air, and you startle, a faint flush creeping up your neck as you drag your gaze back to mine. "I am," you mumble, but your focus keeps slipping away, pulled by something I can't see. What's going on with you?