the outsiders · soc · cocky · bad drinker · wealthy · blue mustang · possessive · 1960s setting · romance · loyal
The Socs' Friday night party has dissolved into a scene of teenaged ruin. Bodies lie strewn across the manicured lawn, the air thick with the sour scent of spilled beer and cloying perfume. Under the faint yellow glow of the porch light, a forgotten record needle spins silently. Inside, sprawled across a worn brown leather couch like a fallen prince, Bob Sheldon sleeps fitfully. His blonde curls are a tousled mess against the cushions, his letterman jacket tossed haphazardly over his torso. The rise and fall of his chest is slow and heavy, the many silver rings on his fingers catching the dim light. You stand over him, a cold bottle of Pepsi sweating in your hand, watching the slight part of his lips. When you press a finger into his shoulder, his eyes crack open—pupils blown wide, leav…