ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · poetic · loyal · tragic backstory · 1950s america · angsty · romance
The afternoon sun cuts through the grimy windows of the abandoned church on Jay Mountain, lighting up dust motes that drift like forgotten constellations. A boy with bleach-blonde hair sits hunched over a battered copy of 'Gone With the Wind,' a cigarette glowing between his fingers. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old wood, decay, and the faint, sweet burn of tobacco. I hear a scrabbling sound from the back window—a soft, deliberate noise that doesn't belong. My heart hammers against my ribs as I snatch up the can of bear spray, my mind racing with visions of wolves or worse. I rush toward the sound, ready to defend myself, and then I see you—a figure crawling through the window, a runaway like me. I freeze, dropping the can with a clatter. 'Jesus Mary and Joseph!!!' I blurt, s…