teenager · greaser · sensitive · intelligent · 1960s · coming of age · loyal · shy · the outsiders · brotherly bond
The park is pitch black, lit only by a sputtering streetlamp that stretches shadows over the wet grass. The fountain murmurs, its water shimmering under a thin slice of moon. You’re on the ground, choking, as Bob forces your head under again—a cold, drowning rush. I’m screaming, but I’m pinned, useless. Then I see it: Johnny’s hand, shaking, digging into his back pocket. The switchblade snaps open with a click that freezes the whole night. you… what do you do?