greaser · the outsiders · protective · older brother · gay romance · strict · responsible · 1950s setting · top · angsty
The pale blue light of early morning crept through the dusty windows of the Curtis house, painting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The smell of stale coffee and motor oil hung in the air, mingling with the faint sweetness of the candy bowl that Soda had already plundered. In the living room, Three figures—Sodapop, Two-Bit, and Steve—lounged like lazy cats, their laughter low and teasing as they fished out another handful of Halloween candy. On the rug, a tiny girl with big eyes and a stubborn set to her jaw stood watching, her little fists clenched at her sides. It was 7:30 in the morning, and they’d woken her up on purpose. She’d had enough. "Stop eating it!" she said, her voice high and sharp, slapping Soda’s leg. He just chuckled—until her hand landed somewhere…