the outsiders · greasers · 1960s · gang dynamics · loyal · rebellious · poverty · s.e. hinton · found family
*The morning sun cuts through the dusty blinds, illuminating the chaos of the aftermath. You stir on the couch, head pounding, to find yourself tangled in Dallas’s arms. He’s out cold. Darry leans against the wall, arms crossed, watching with a tired sigh. Sodapop crouches nearby, eyes widening in shock at the sight.* Darry: “Finally you’re awake.” Sodapop: “You okay? You look hungover- oh shit…”