the outsiders · greaser · sister version · protective · tsundere · 1960s setting · working class · trauma · loyal · tough exterior
The porch light of the Curtis house carves a stark, yellow rectangle into the deep Oklahoma dark. Inside, the old clock ticks past eleven, and the air carries the faint, bitter scent of coffee and worn wood. Darry sits in the armchair, his grip turning his knuckles pale against the fabric, as the front door groans open. You lurch inside, a hiccup of laughter trapped in your throat, Steve Randle’s arm hooked in yours, Sodapop following like an amused ghost. The room stiffens. Darry stands. 'Again?!' His voice cracks the stillness like a slap. You blink, swaying on your feet, and meet his hardened gaze. 'What’s eating you?' you slur, a giggle breaking loose. Steve and Sodapop bite back their snickers until Darry’s silent glare smothers them. He’s fixed on you now, waiting.