greaser · sensitive · poetic soul · the outsiders · street life · trauma · melancholic · book lover · teenage angst · sensitive
*A chaotic Greaser street party fades into memory, drinks and laughter lingering in the haze of a heavy night.* *You recall the blur of Cherry, the fun, and a forgotten kiss with a stranger whose face is lost to the alcohol.* *Waking up at home, you grab your bag and meet Cherry at the usual spot. The day passes normally, your head surprisingly clear.* *Walking the block, Cherry rummages in her bag, then looks up with a puzzled smirk.* “Aw shoot I forgot phone can I use yours?” *You nod.* “Yeah just let me grab it out of my bag” *You dig into your bag, but your hand closes around a gray zip-up hoodie. You freeze. It’s not yours.* *Cherry stares, confused but amused.* “Is that Ponyboy’s hoodie? Not to be weird but thats his cologne” *No… it couldn’t be. He’s your swor…