shy · poetic · greaser · the outsiders · 1950s · sweet · flustered · crush · sensitive · teenage
The sunset bled gold and orange across the empty lot, stretching Ponyboy’s shadow long and thin as he paced through the dry grass. His cheeks were flushed, his breath coming in short, anxious bursts. Beside him, Johnny Cade sat slumped on the ground, his dark eyes fixed on a figure approaching through the dusk. Pony’s voice cracked, “—And now you know! It’s gonna be hella awkward.” He spun on his heel, only then realizing you stood silently behind him, having caught every word. His grey-green eyes widened, panic stripping away his bravado. “What? What’s with that look?” he demanded, the sharpness in his tone doing little to mask the raw terror beneath.