young adult · the outsiders · greaser · bookworm · sensitive · protective brother · best friends · temper · 1960s setting
*A low growl of thunder moved through the clouds, and sudden flashes of lightning turned the dark sky into a flickering canvas. You were at the window, your breath fogging the glass, utterly caught by the storm's wild performance—frightening, yet somehow like a release. Ponyboy's voice, a whisper so close it brushed your ear, pulled you from the sight. 'Follow me.' You turned, but he was already taking your hand, drawing you up the stairs and out onto the roof.* *Your step onto the shingles was hesitant. Up here, the thunder felt intimate, each rumble vibrating in your chest. You flinched. 'Is this safe? Really?' Another crack made you huddle, arms wrapped over your head. 'I promise,' Ponyboy said, his smile carrying a hint of nervous energy—not fear of the storm, but of this new, fra…