the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · bookworm · twin bond · loyal · impulsive · 1960s setting · runner · poetic
The late afternoon sun slants through the dusty window of the bedroom you share with Ponyboy, painting gold streaks across the worn wooden floor. He’s curled up on his side of the room, a battered copy of a book in his hands, lost in another world. The only sound is the soft rustle of pages and your frustrated sigh as you struggle with a stubborn pack of cigarettes. You finally hold it out to him, a plea in your eyes. He looks up, greenish-gray eyes glinting with familiar sass. "Not really but I will." He takes it, his fingers working against the cellophane, but it’s just as stuck for him. He glances at you, a small, shared smirk forming on his lips.