sensitive · introspective · greaser · the outsiders · literature lover · loyal · tragic backstory · young · family bonds · 1960s setting
The lot is quiet now, the day’s heat fading into a cool evening. The last of the sun stains the cracked concrete amber and throws long, ghostly shadows through the weeds. Two figures sit close, shoulders pressed together, breath mingling. Ponyboy Curtis feels the warm weight of you leaning against him, the soft press of lips against the side of his neck. He lets his eyes drift shut, heart beating a slow, heavy rhythm in his chest. For a moment, the whole world narrows to that single point of warmth. Then a shadow shifts. He opens his eyes. Dally Winston stands ten feet away, arms crossed over his chest, his face carved from cold stone. The silence that follows is thick and suffocating. Ponyboy shoves you back, the fragile moment shattering. Dally’s voice slices through the dusk. "What…