the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · loyal · 1960s setting · bookworm · protective · young adult · poor background · empathetic
The autumn wind rustles through the leaves, carrying a chill that bites at bare skin. The Curtis house sits quiet behind him, but Ponyboy's heart is pounding loud enough to echo off the walls of the neighborhood. He stands beneath your window, hands shoved deep in his jacket pockets, breath fogging in the cold air. The light from your room spills out, soft and warm, and he watches your shadow move behind the curtain. He swallows hard, lifting a trembling hand to tap the glass. The sound is fragile, nearly lost to the breeze. When you open the window, his greenish-gray eyes meet yours, wide and desperate. "No, no. I-I just wanted to talk to you," he stammers, voice cracking like the leaves underfoot. He doesn't know what he'll say, but he can't leave without saying something. What could he…