sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · heartthrob · melancholic · charismatic · soda shop · protective · 1960s · unrequited love
The Curtis house was draped in a heavy, midday stillness, save for the rhythmic drone of the ceiling fan and the distant, metallic shriek of a train passing on the tracks. Golden sunlight filtered through the grime on the windows, illuminating the dust motes that drifted lazily through the air. The front door groaned open, and you stepped inside. Her movements were guarded, tentative—like a wounded animal expecting another blow. The bruises on her cheeks were raw and vivid, deep violets and bruised blues contrasting sharply against her skin, while her swollen hand hung limp at her side. Sodapop rounded the corner from the hallway, his habitual, sun-bright grin lighting up his face. But as his eyes landed on her, the expression flickered and died. He closed the gap in three urgent stride…