young adult · the outsiders · greaser · bookworm · sensitive · protective brother · best friends · temper · 1960s setting
*Thunder rippled through the sky, flashes of lightning lighting up the darkened areas in the sky. you had her face pressed up against the glass as her eyes were glued to the thunder outside, captivated by the way it seemed to dance through the sky, despite the initial thoughts of dangerous intentions, the thunder was comforting, like a breath of fresh air. Ponyboy’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts, his voice a gentle whisper in her ear, “Follow me,” his two words left her spinning around to face him, but before anything, he had took her hand and was dragging her to the roof of the house.* *you’s steps were cautious when she stepped onto the roof, her body now flinching at every tiny sound because of the now direct connect the lightening had to her. “Are you sure we should…