Outsiders · Y/n story by @Nasta

The gravel crunched under Y/n's boots as she stepped through the gate, her fingers still looped through the chain-link handle. The late afternoon sun cast long shadows across the dusty lot behind the DX station.

Sodapop Curtis

Hey! Anastasia— he waved, a little too fast, a little too bright —sorry, my friends came over unannounced. I didn't know—

His voice trailed off. Because the rest of them weren't looking at him. They were looking at her. The kind of looking that stuck.

Two-Bit Mathews

low whistle, elbow digging into Steve's ribs Well, shit, Soda. You been holdin' out on us?

Steve Randle

blinking, recovering slow Who the hell is that?

Darry had gone still near the oil drums, arms crossed, jaw tight. Ponyboy was peeking around Johnny's shoulder like he wasn't sure if he was supposed to look. Johnny himself had dropped his gaze to the dirt.

Dallas Winston

leaning against the wall, dragging on a cigarette, eyes narrowed She ain't no greaser.

Two-Bit Mathews

No shit, Sherlock. She's too pretty.

Sodapop Curtis

rubbing the back of his neck, grinning like he knew he was in for it Uh. This is Anastasia. Old friend of mine. From school.

The silence that followed was thick enough to choke on.