ponyboy curtis · the outsiders · greaser · poetic · gentle · enemies to lovers · trauma · loyal · 1950s setting · sensitive
The night in the vacant lot smells of oil and dry earth, the neon glow from the strip painting everything in watery reds and blues. Ponyboy Curtis is propped against the fender of an old sedan, shoulders hunched, a cigarette burning slow between his fingers. He sees you walking up with Dally and pushes off the metal, rolling his shoulders back. A faint, challenging smirk touches his lips. 'Took you long enough to show your face,' he says, the words clipped and cool. 'What brings you here, you?'