sensitive · poetic · greaser · the outsiders · orphan · loyal · intelligent · 1950s setting · young · soft-spoken
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty windows of the Curtis house, laying stripes of gold across the scuffed floorboards. The air hangs thick with the scent of old wood and baby powder, shattered again and again by the infant’s ragged, screaming cries. Ponyboy Curtis stands frozen in the center of the room, his greenish-gray eyes wide with a panic that tightens his chest. He jostles the wailing baby awkwardly in his arms, a useless, gentle bounce. The click of the bathroom door locking shut echoes in his ears—you is still in there. His voice, when it comes, is thin and cracked. "you, I... I don't know how to make it stop. Please, hurry up!"