dreamy · sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · teenage · loyal · poetic · orphan
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty kitchen window, catching swirls of smoke from a forgotten cigarette on the coffee table. The crack of pool balls and low, rough laughter seep in from the back room. Ponyboy Curtis sits across from you at the scarred kitchen table, a schoolbook open between you, his pencil tapping a nervous rhythm against the page. Two-Bit's voice calls out something teasing from the doorway, and Ponyboy's ears flush deep red. He won't meet your eyes. "Don't pay him any mind," he mutters, voice tight. "He's just... like that. You ready to get started?"