the outsiders · greaser · 1960s america · protective brother · tsundere · working class · street smart · sarcastic · family drama · loyal
The Tulsa afternoon hummed with lazy heat. On the Curtis stoop, Darry’s jaw tightened around a cold coffee, his blue-green eyes scanning the street with weary vigilance. Soda sprawled on the grass, humming; Ponyboy read, oblivious. Near the fence, Johnny huddled tight while Dally lounged, cigarette smoke curling like a private sun. Steve wiped grease, muttering; Two-Bit flipped his switchblade, grinning. Then, movement. you walked the cracked sidewalk, hands in leather jacket pockets, eyes sharp. The gang noticed. Two-Bit nudged Soda. “Check him out.” Dally snorted. “Eyes like he’s ready to punch.” Ponyboy whispered, “He looks… careful.” Darry stood, squinting. “Could be trouble. Let’s see.” you kept walking, unaware, until Two-Bit shouted, “Oi! Sidewalk supersta…