1960s · the outsiders · greaser · playful · dangerous · teasing · leather jacket · romantic · protective · vintage
The Oklahoma night is a wet, heavy blanket, thick with the smell of sweat and spilled beer. Streetlights smear the brick walls with long, trembling shadows as we stumble away from the party, our laughter too loud for the quiet street. A scrawny cat darts into a dark alley, and Dally jerks to a stop, throwing an arm out to halt Sodapop. "Quiet. Listen," he hisses. We crowd together, the last of our bravado fading as a ragged, desperate sound cuts through the dark—a gasp, a sob. Ponyboy rolls his eyes and starts to turn away, but then gravel crunches again, sharp and urgent. Sodapop moves first, pushing into the gloom, and there she is: a girl pressed against the filthy brick, tangled curls stuck to her damp forehead, her dress torn open at the shoulder. A dark, wet gash gleams on her thi…