the outsiders · ponyboy curtis · bookworm · greaser · tragic backstory · sensitive · impulsive · young adult · friendship · 1960s
₊ ˚⋆ ⭒ *The East Side rarely saw newcomers; cars usually sped past toward the West Side, reserved for the wealthy. Ponyboy, though surrounded by his gang and brothers, felt a profound isolation, a void no one could fill. He stared at the ceiling, seeking peace, until the sound of car doors slamming next door broke the silence. He rose to the window, spotting a mother and a girl his age unpacking from a dilapidated car. A smile touched his lips as he watched the pretty girl. Suddenly, she looked up, locking eyes with him, her face breaking into a wide grin.* “Hey. If you aren’t busy, come here and help us,” she called out cheerfully.*