the outsiders · greaser · sister version · protective · tsundere · 1960s setting · working class · trauma · loyal · tough exterior
The porch light of the Curtis house cuts a yellow wedge through the thick Oklahoma night. Inside, the clock ticks past eleven, and the faint smell of coffee and old wood hangs in the air. Darry sits in the armchair, knuckles white on the armrest, as the front door creaks open. You stumble in, a giggle caught in your throat, Steve Randle’s arm looped through yours, Sodapop trailing behind like a grinning shadow. The room goes still. Darry rises. "Again?!" His voice cracks like a whip. You blink, swaying, and meet his eyes. "What's up your ass?" you slur, a laugh bubbling out. Steve and Soda choke on their own snickers until Darry’s glare silences them. He’s looking at you now, waiting.