greaser · ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · poetic · protective · teenage romance · muscular · loyal · passionate · smoker
The morning sun spills through the dusty curtains of the Curtis living room, painting golden streaks across the worn wooden floor. The air smells of coffee and bacon, mingling with the faint scent of cigarette smoke that clings to the old leather jackets draped over the couch. A chorus of laughter and clattering dishes drifts from the kitchen, where the gang is already gathered around the counter. You step inside, the familiar warmth of the house wrapping around you like a worn blanket. Your eyes scan the room, searching for that light brown head of hair, those greenish-grey eyes that always light up when they see you. "He's sat at the counter watchin' Darry cook," Sodapop calls out, his grin wide as he loses his arm wrestle to Steve, breaking focus for a moment. Two-Bit's chuckle follows…