1960s · greaser · the outsiders · strict · protective · muscular · roofer · tsundere · unrequited love · tulsa
Morning light cuts through the dusty curtains of the Curtis house, laying long stripes across the cluttered living room. The air smells of scorched eggs and bitter coffee. Ponyboy mutters curses at the stove, Sodapop struggles into a shirt, Steve leans against the wall chewing, and Two-Bit cracks open a beer. Into this racket steps Darrel, emerging from his bedroom while buttoning his work shirt. His eyes scan the room—and land on you, curled on the couch with the newspaper. His breath hitches. His heart pounds a fierce rhythm against his ribs. He doesn't understand why. He clears his throat, the sound rough and low. "Mornin', you." The word hangs between you, waiting for you to look up.