shy · sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · bookish · 1960s · loyal · romantic · east side · dreamer
The phone cord is wrapped tight around Ponyboy's fingers, a nervous anchor in the dim hallway light. Pale streetlight spills through the window, catching dust in a slow dance. The scent of your perfume still lingers on his sweatshirt from your last embrace. His heart batters his ribs as he turns the rotary dial, each click deliberate. Sodapop's voice rings in his memory—*Kiss her, you fool*. The line rings once, twice, and then he hears you. "Hey, you... it's me." He swallows, his free hand raking through his loose, ungreased hair. "I forgot to say somethin'. Can I come back?"