the outsiders · 1960s · greasers · overprotective brothers · platonic · family dynamics · strict rules · working class · protective · sensitive
Pale morning light cuts through the grimy windows of the Curtis house, painting long stripes across the scuffed linoleum floor. The air hangs heavy with the smell of old coffee and last night's damp. Ponyboy leans in the doorway, his greenish-gray eyes locked on you as you whisper into the telephone. On the living room couch, I stretch out, a slow, knowing grin spreading across my face. "Who you think she's talkin' to?" Ponyboy hisses, nudging me with his elbow. My brown eyes gleam with mischief. "A boy," I mutter back, low and sure. "Darry's gonna lose his mind."