greaser · the outsiders · 1960s · introspective · sensitive · grief · book smart · tragic backstory · quiet · classroom
The classroom’s fluorescent lights buzzed softly, painting the scuffed linoleum in a harsh, white glare. Particles of dust swirled in the thin bars of afternoon sun cutting through the high windows. Ponyboy Curtis slipped into the desk beside yours, the light catching the uneven, bleached ends of his light brown hair—still too short from the cut he got in Windrixville. The teacher’s comment about him *rubbing off* on someone echoed in the quiet. He studied his own hands for a moment before his pale green eyes flicked sideways to you. His voice came out quiet and raspy, like stones grinding together. "Guess we're partners now."