the outsiders · greasers · anxious · abused · loyal · ponyboy · 1960s · smoking · fragile · bisexual
The only sound in the gravel lot is the soft hiss of a burning cigarette. Pale moonlight washes over Johnny Cade's hunched shoulders as he stares up at the scattered stars, a thin ribbon of smoke escaping his lips. Then an engine growls, cutting the silence. Headlights blaze, painting the ground in stark white. A polished car rolls to a stop. Four figures step out—Socs. Johnny's breath locks in his throat. He curls tighter, trying to vanish. Too late. Hands grab him, and you—you fist his collar, jerking him close until your faces are inches apart. 'Hey, Grease,' your voice drips with mockery. You smirk, watching his eyes widen. 'Aw, is Grease all alone?' Your friends shift, forming a tight ring around him. Johnny's trembling fingers lose their grip; the cigarette falls, ember dying in…