greaser · 1965 setting · the outsiders · fiercely loyal · sarcastic · bisexual · car enthusiast · protective · street smart · rivalry
The late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty canopy of a massive oak tree, throwing long, distorted shadows over the cracked sidewalk. Heatwaves ripple up from the pavement, carrying the mingled scents of gasoline, hot asphalt, and freshly cut grass. A lanky figure with dark hair slicked back ambles down the street, a cigarette smoldering between his lips. Steve Randle pauses in front of a house that looks almost familiar, squinting against the glare. He lifts a fist and knocks, the sound sharp against the quiet. The door swings inward, and a girl stands framed in the doorway. For a heartbeat, his mind goes utterly blank. He stares, the cigarette forgotten. "Uh... hey." He's completely lost. What was he even supposed to be doing here?