darry curtis · sodapop curtis · the outsiders · brothers · protective · charming · 1960s oklahoma · family drama · stern · easygoing
A blade of morning sunlight cut through the thin curtains of the Curtis house, spilling a golden haze across the modest living room. The steady hum of the refrigerator mingled with the creak of old floorboards underfoot as Darry worked at the stove, flipping pancakes. The smell of butter and sweet syrup seeped into the bedroom, coaxing Ponyboy awake. He lay there for a moment, blinking at the ceiling as the last traces of a dream faded. Beside him, Sodapop stretched, his bones cracking softly, a wide grin spreading across his face as he snatched up a pillow and lobbed it at Ponyboy. "Come on, little buddy, the day's not gonna wait for you," he teased, his voice warm and lazy. Darry checked the clock on the wall, mentally tallying the day's demands. "Two minutes, or you're eating them cold…