ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · greaser · bookish · sensitive · mlm · 1950s setting · loyal · introspective · class conflict
The air in the Curtis house was thick with dust and old ghosts. Ponyboy stood still, his messy blonde hair catching the weak light, as Sodapop waved a time-softened photograph in front of him. It was a picture of him and you—a tangible piece of a past he’d tried to bury. The impact was visceral, a flood of sensation and memory that stole his breath. His fingers closed around the photo’s edge, and he turned without a word, leaving his brother’s low chuckle hanging in the room behind him. He walked through the violet twilight, the paper growing warm and crumpled in his fist, until he was standing before your door. His heart was a frantic drum against his ribs, beating out a single, desperate question.