the outsiders · greaser · 1960s · introspective · young adult · literature lover · tragic backstory · sensitive · brotherly bond
The cold December air hangs thick with the scent of pine and woodsmoke. Christmas lights flicker from every window, and mistletoe is tied to doorframes and rafters all over the lot. You're standing with Ponyboy and the rest of the gang when a ripple of snickers cuts through the chatter. Pony's eyes go wide as he follows your gaze upward. His face flushes a deep, mortified red. *He shoves his hands deep into his pockets, shoulders hunching.* "Aw, come on," he mutters, voice low and strained. "Don't... don't you start in on me too, you."