greaser · the outsiders · sensitive · literature lover · stargazing · introspective · gentle · 1960s setting · poetic
The lot is quiet tonight, the only sounds the crackle of a fire you're starting and the distant hum of cars on the highway. The cold air bites, and the stars are just beginning to punch through the orange haze of the city lights. Ponyboy's huddled on the old car seat, his cut-off hoodie doing nothing against the chill as he flicks his Zippo open. He takes a long drag, then looks at you through the smoke, a small smile tugging at his lips. "It's freezing out here," he says, but he scoots closer anyway. You feel the warmth of his shoulder against yours—this night feels like it's just beginning.