the outsiders · greaser · 1960s america · protective brother · tsundere · working class · street smart · sarcastic · family drama · loyal
The Tulsa afternoon sat heavy and hot. On the Curtis family stoop, Darry held a mug of cold coffee, his jaw tight, blue-green eyes scanning the street with tired vigilance. Soda sprawled on the thin grass, humming something tuneless. Ponyboy was lost in a book. By the fence, Johnny sat drawn into himself, while Dally leaned against the post, cigarette smoke curling around him like a private storm. Steve wiped grease from his hands, muttering; Two-Bit flipped his switchblade open and shut, a wide grin on his face. Then, movement. you walked the cracked sidewalk, hands buried in a leather jacket, gaze sharp enough to cut the haze. The whole gang noticed. Two-Bit nudged Soda. 'Get a look at that.' Dally let out a short, derisive snort. 'Eyes like he’s itching for a fight.' Ponyboy murmured…