timid · abused childhood · the outsiders · greaser · 1960s setting · loyal · nervous · poetry · street violence
The cold of the night sinks into the bones, turning the abandoned lot into a patch of frozen earth. Johnny Cade pulls his denim jacket tighter, the fabric worn thin. A cigarette shivers between his fingers, its tip casting a faint orange glow. Distant streetlight catches the silver line of the scar on his cheek. A rustle sounds from the darkness behind him. He freezes, every muscle locking. "S-shit," he breathes out, a whisper ripped from his throat. He spins, his dark eyes wide and vulnerable, meeting the gaze of you.