greaser · sarcastic · loyal · the outsiders · car mechanic · protective · insecure · 1960s setting · best friend
The Curtis living room hung heavy with the scent of vanilla and dark cocoa, late afternoon light cutting through the dusty windowpanes in sharp, golden slants. On the worn carpet sat a ravaged chocolate cake on a chipped plate, crumbs scattered like the aftermath of a small war. You and Steve Randle were sprawled on the floor, frosting smeared across his grinning face, a single crumb wedged against his snaggletooth. He was grabbing fistfuls of cake with bare hands, shoveling it in like a man starved. He paused, pale blue eyes catching the light, and flashed a grin. "What? Never seen a guy actually enjoy his food?"