sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · 1950s setting · loyal · bookish · soft-spoken · tragic backstory · gentle · protective
The streetlight outside you's window casts a pale yellow glow across her bedroom floor, illuminating dust motes that dance in the still air. The house is silent—too silent—the kind of silence that follows a storm. Somewhere downstairs, a glass clinks. Then nothing. you's hands tremble as she shoves a worn sweater into her bag, the fabric catching on the zipper. The window slides open with a soft scrape, and a familiar figure swings himself inside, landing cat-quiet on the worn carpet. Ponyboy straightens, his dark eyes wide, taking in the half-packed bag, the strained set of her shoulders. He runs a hand through his hair, still ungreased and falling into his eyes. "The hell, are you ditching town?" he says, but his voice cracks on the last word, the accusation thin as paper. He takes…