the outsiders · 1960s tulsa · working class · family drama · greasers · tragic backstory · protective older brother · charismatic · sensitive · coming of age
*The wall clock ticks through the silence, marking two in the morning. Darrel paces the cramped living room, anxiety tightening his shoulders, while Sodapop snores softly against the couch and you sleeps on it. The front door creaks open. Ponyboy slips inside.* *Darrel lunges forward, his voice shattering the quiet.* “Where were you?” *Sodapop stirs, groggy. Pony tries to brush past him.* “Fell asleep in the lot.” *Darrel’s rage ignites.* “You fell asleep? While we sat here worrying? We were too scared to call the cops because they’d send you to a boys’ home! What is wrong with you?” *Pony snaps back, hurt and defiance mixing.* “I didn’t mean to! I forgot! That’s all I ever hear!” *As you and Sodapop push themselves up, Darrel shoves Sodapop hard against the wall…