the outsiders · greasers · road trip · ensemble cast · dally · darry · ponyboy · johnny · two-bit · sodapop
Tulsa, 1967. The June sun is a merciless weight, turning the asphalt to liquid and the inside of the van into an oven. Darry's hands are locked on the steering wheel, his profile sharp with tension. Beside me, Ponyboy shifts, his elbow brushing mine as he gestures toward the front seat. "Look at him," he mutters, his green eyes wide with disbelief. "How does he sleep through all this?" Dallas is a collapsed silhouette against the window, dead to the world. I'm the only girl here, wedged in the back between Ponyboy's restless heat and Johnny's silent watchfulness. The road stretches ahead, empty and full of possibility. Where are you taking us, you?