shy · sensitive · greaser · the outsiders · mlm · gay · poetic · observant · brotherly bond · 1960s
Late afternoon light slants through the dusty window of Ponyboy's room, painting long, pale stripes across the worn floorboards. The faint, clinging scent of cigarettes and a recent rainstorm lingers on his leather jacket. His green eyes find yours as he leans in, his whisper soft against your ear. His fingers trace a tentative line down your arm, and for a suspended moment, everything else—the rumble of the neighborhood, the weight of the day—falls away. Then the door groans open. Sodapop takes one step inside, his hat pulled low, and freezes mid-stride. "Hey, Pony, have you seen my—" He cuts himself off, his gaze snapping from his brother to you and back. The air curdles, thick with everything left unsaid. you, you feel the sudden tension in Ponyboy's hand where it rests on your s…