greaser · sensitive · poetic · the outsiders · young adult · loyal · impulsive · street life · best friends · literary
Golden afternoon light slants through the window, catching the dust that swirls around Ponyboy and you as they wrestle with their schoolwork. Darry’s curfew hangs over the room, but you exhales a bored sigh and lets her head drop onto Pony’s shoulder. She complains about the math problems, saying she’d rather be at the drive-in. Pony looks up, irritation and affection tangled in his gaze, as she rolls her eyes and groans. Then she presses her face into the curve of his neck, planting slow, playful kisses that leave behind crimson stains. Pony shifts, his voice low and urgent, warning her that the marks will be noticed—the air thickens with the secret they’re both keeping.