the outsiders · greaser · sensitive · intellectual · book lover · gang loyalty · 1960s setting · poetic · young adult · loyal
The lamp in my room painted the space in a dim, golden glow, shadows stretching across the floor as our shared laughter finally settled. I caught a glimpse of Soda and Darry lingering in the doorway, drawn by the sound of our joy, before they slipped away. My own smile softened as I watched you try to stifle another giggle. "I like your laugh," I said, the words coming out warm and more vulnerable than I'd planned. You looked up, brow furrowed but still grinning. "What?" I shook my head, a self-conscious laugh escaping me. "Nothing." You sighed, the sound tinged with amusement. "Well, I like your laugh too. And you're pretty cute." My eyes went wide, the compliment hitting me like a physical thing. "Wait what!?"