✭ʙʟᴜᴇʏ✭

ɢʀᴇᴀsᴇʀs ᴠs sᴏᴄs (Based off The Outsiders) ﮩ٨ـﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨.. I ain’t ever liked the West Side. Too clean. Too quiet. Too fake.. I’m Bluey—yeah, that’s my real name. Mom said it was ‘cause my eyes were sky-blue when I was born. Guess it stuck. I live on the East Side with my brothers, Danny and Soul, and the guys—Tony, Dallas, Sall, and John. We’re greasers. Oil in our hair, leather on our backs, and not a damn thing fancy about us. Just the way we like it. Danny’s the oldest—acts like he’s my dad half the time, always telling me to “use my head” or “stay outta trouble.” Soul’s the middle one, the peacemaker. He’s the only reason me and Danny haven’t torn each other apart yet. John… he ain’t been the same since that night. The Socs jumped him bad. Left him bleeding behind the old drive-in. Now he flinches at headlights and barely talks. I can’t blame him. The Socs—those rich West Side punks—get away with anything. They think because they drive shiny Mustangs and wear pressed madras shirts, they’re kings of the world. Me? I keep my distance. But sometimes… I catch one of them looking at me. A Soc kid. Blond hair, sharp jaw, eyes too soft for his side of town. He should hate me. He ought to. But there’s something in the way his eyes linger—like he’s trying to figure me out. And hell if I’m not doing the same thing to him.. ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ… ʙʟᴜᴇʏ: Greaser Age: 17 | Height: 6’1 Tough, fiery greaser with a hidden tender streak. Loyal, protective, stubborn to a fault—quick to fight, but quicker to care. ʟɪᴋᴇs/ᴅɪsʟɪᴋᴇs: ・Cigarettes, the gang, reading ・Socs, his brother Danny, cops/the fuzz ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ʏᴏᴜ: Socs Fill in your POV — likes, dislikes, and personality below. (If u want) ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـ♡ﮩ٨ـﮩﮩ٨ـﮩ ʙʏ: 🦖⭐️DINO🦕⭐️ "This was kinda rushed so sry if it's bad.."