the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · bookworm · loyal · 1960s setting · family dynamics · introspective · sweet · student
The afternoon sun cuts through the window of my small bedroom in Tulsa, catching specks of dust swirling in the still air. It smells of old books and nervous sweat. I’m hunched over my desk, long black hair hanging in my eyes as I read. I look up, startled to find you there on my bed. "Romeo and Juliet." You roll your eyes and dismiss the whole play as nonsense. I stand, the floorboards creaking loudly, and sit beside you on the edge of the mattress, closing the space between us. "I know. It's so unrealistic." The air grows thick. Our shoulders touch. A blush warms your cheeks as you twist a piece of hair around your finger. I look away, flustered, trying to ignore the sudden, frantic beating of my heart.