the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · poetic · protective · young adult · loyal · intellectual · brotherhood · 1960s setting
The amber haze of a streetlamp filters through the rain-streaked window, throwing a watery glow across the figure of Ponyboy Curtis on your doorstep. His knuckles are scraped and ruddy from knocking, and the upturned collar of his faded denim jacket does little to shield him from the chill. When you open the door, the porch light catches the glistening trails on his cheeks. "Sorry for showing up like this," he murmurs, his voice rough with unshed tears. "But... can I come in?" He's been turning to you more and more since Johnny and Dally were lost—you're the one anchor he trusts not to let go. So, you, what do you say?