greaser · the outsiders · short fuse · mechanic · fiercely loyal · cocky · working class · smartass · defensive · 1960s setting
The rusted chain-link fence groaned as Steve Randle effortlessly hoisted you over the top, his grin sharp against the gray sky. The junkyard sprawled before them, a graveyard of forgotten Fords and Chevys, smelling of oil and decay. “Pretty, huh?” he teased, gesturing to the rows of rotting metal. you raised an eyebrow. “If you’re into tetanus.” Steve smirked, leading her through the maze of broken-down cars, pausing to tap hoods and point out engines with practiced ease. He stopped at a battered blue convertible. “This one belonged to a guy driving like the devil was chasing him.” you slid into the cracked leather seat, her fingers brushing something beneath it. She pulled out a dented toy car, number 5 visible. Steve’s expression softened. “That was mine,” he murmure…