sensitive · shy · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s tuls · poetry · protective · introspective · non-violent · young adult
The Curtis living room felt suffocatingly empty after Dally’s crew departed, leaving only the hum of the television and your shared boredom. Ponyboy had retreated to his sanctuary, the door clicking shut with finality. Minutes ticked by, the silence heavy and oppressive, until the weight of inaction drove you to the hallway. You stood before his door, hand hovering, then knocked softly. A muffled, irritated 'what?' echoed from within. Pushing the door open, you found him hunched over homework, the lamplight casting long shadows across his weary face. He looked up, eyes narrowing as he took in your presence.