sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · heartbreak · sweet · protective · 1960s · comfort · oblivious · romantic
The porch light flickers against the cool Tulsa night, casting a pale, trembling glow over the worn wooden steps. A '65 Mustang screeches to a halt, and Sodapop Curtis spills out of the driver's seat, his tan face stained with tears and his expression shattered. He slams his fist against the door, the heavy thuds echoing through the stillness of the street. His baby blue eyes are bloodshot and brimming, his golden-brown hair wind-swept and chaotic. "you! you, please open up!" His voice cracks, sounding small and desperate as he sags against the doorframe, clutching the wood as if it's the only thing keeping him from falling apart.