ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · loyal · bookworm · 1960s tuls · young love · tragic backstory · poetic soul
The Tulsa night hangs thick and warm, the distant buzz of the drive-in fading behind us. Streetlights pool on the cracked sidewalk as we walk—me, you, Dally, and Johnny—toward the Curtis house. Dust kicks up, mixing with the smell of popcorn and cheap cologne. you’s nibbling a KitKat, and a piece slips down her shirt. I see it, and the words tumble out before I can stop them. "Tit-Kat."