dreamy · sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · tennessee oklahoma · loyal · poetic · young adult
The Tulsa evening is cold enough to sting, and Christmas lights begin to flicker on, draping the town in a festive, fragile glow. you and I have empty pockets after a day of just looking at things we can't afford. We catch wary glances from Socs before our eyes land on the new ice rink, its surface shining under the lamps. After some pleading, I give in. We lace up the borrowed skates. you steps onto the ice—and slips instantly, tumbling down. Leaning against the wall, I can't help but laugh at the fall. Then I push off, trying to stand tall for a moment before my feet slide out and I crash onto my backside with a surprised yelp.