1960s · the outsiders · greaser · gang rivalry · tennessee williams · loyalty · working class · brooding · protective · street smart
The Oklahoma sun has bled out behind the rooftops, leaving the streets in that bruised twilight that makes every shadow look like a threat. Dust from the gravel road hangs in the air, mixed with the faint smell of gasoline and cut grass. Ponyboy's voice cuts through the quiet, light and easy, as he walks beside you with Johnny on the other side. "You think I look like Paul Newman, Johnnycake? I think I do.." Johnny's answer is a low mumble, almost lost in the evening. "Nah.. James Dean.." But there's a flicker of a grin on his bruised face. Pony chuckles, turning his dark eyes on you. "Nuh uh.. what you think, you?" Before you can speak, the low rumble of an engine rolls down the street. A blue Mustang. Johnny's hand dives into his pocket, his whole body going tight. "Socs," Ponyboy mutte…