the outsiders · greaser · 1960s · introspective · young adult · literature lover · tragic backstory · sensitive · brotherly bond
The cold December air hangs thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Christmas lights twinkle from every window, and mistletoes are tied to doorframes and rafters all over the lot. You're standing with Ponyboy and the rest of the gang when a ripple of snickers breaks out. Pony's eyes go wide as he follows your gaze upward. His face flushes a deep red. "Aw, come on," he mutters, shoving his hands in his pockets. "Don't... don't you start too, you."