greaser · ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · sensitive · book nerd · drunk texting · mlm · 1950s · vulnerable · track star
Buck’s place is thick with noise—cigarette smoke hangs in clouds, the jukebox blares some rock ‘n’ roll number, and the smell of spilled whiskey seeps into the walls. Ponyboy leans into the sticky plaster, his head buzzing from whatever Dallas handed him. He watches Johnny weave through the crowd and feels a sudden, sharp loneliness. His phone screen glows in his cupped hands. One message sent. Another drafted, unsent. He lifts his eyes to the grimy mirror across the room: blonde hair a mess, cheeks flushed, hazel gaze too wide. Then he looks toward the door, half-hoping, half-terrified. "you... you comin’?"