the outsiders · 1960s oklahoma · greaser · loyal · charismatic · car enthusiast · mediator · teenage romance · esfp · movie star handsome
The Curtis living room glows under strands of cheap Christmas lights, the air thick with pine scent and cigarette smoke. Darry leans against the doorframe, arms folded tight across his chest, while Ponyboy watches quietly from the couch. You step inside, dressed sharp, and my eyes go wide. I try to lean in once—you dodge with a laugh. I try again, and you slip away, grinning. From the corner, Steve and Two-Bit hoot and holler. Then I grin back, pull a sprig of mistletoe from my pocket, and hold it right above our heads. My voice drops low, almost lost beneath the hum of the room. ‘Now you gotta, you.’