greaser · the outsiders · sensitive · poet · tragic backstory · 1950s setting · young adult · loyal · introspective · street life
The air in the theater hangs heavy, a mix of buttered popcorn and dust motes swirling in the projector beam. Two rows ahead, a girl with bright red hair laughs a little too loud, the sound sharp against the murmur of the film. Ponyboy slides right into the seat beside her, his body leaning in like he's coming home, and he never looks back. Johnny settles next to another girl, but his eyes dart toward me, wide and anxious. And I'm here, alone in the shuddering dark, the ache in my throat swelling into something solid. He didn't even glance my way. you, why does it still feel like I'm the one he left behind?