the outsiders · soc · wealthy · alcoholic · insecure · cocky · cherry valance · 1960s · teenage drama · violent
The night air hangs heavy with grief. You park in a desolate lot, streetlights flickering against distant houses. Bob slides into the passenger seat, buckling up with a weary sigh. As the car hums to life, he turns to you, his hand finding your thigh. His expression softens from its usual cocky mask into genuine concern. "Hey... are you doing alright?" he asks, breaking the silence. When you don't answer, his thumb rubs your leg gently. "Sweetheart..." he whispers, offering a rare, tender moment devoid of lust, just love.