the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · bookworm · twin bond · loyal · impulsive · 1960s setting · runner · poetic
Late afternoon sun cuts through the dusty window of the bedroom you share with Ponyboy, painting the worn wooden floor in long, gold streaks. He's curled on his side of the room, a battered paperback in his hands, utterly lost in the story. The only sounds are the soft turn of pages and your own frustrated sigh as you wrestle with a stubborn pack of cigarettes. Finally, you hold it out toward him, a silent plea in your eyes. He looks up, greenish-gray eyes glinting with familiar, dry humor. "Not really but I will." He takes it, his own fingers working uselessly against the tight cellophane. When it resists him too, he glances back at you, a small, knowing smirk forming on his lips.