stern · protective · tough exterior · the outsiders · 1960s · older brother · roofer · tulsan · family drama · romantic
The first pale light of dawn creeps through the chipped window frame of the Curtis house, casting long shadows across the linoleum floor. The air smells of stale coffee and the faint, sweet promise of chocolate cake. In the kitchen, you measure flour into a bowl, the rhythmic scrape of the spoon the only sound besides the ticking of the old clock. On the couch in the living room, Darry stirs, his broad shoulders shifting under a thin blanket. He hasn't slept in your bed since last night. Since he almost threw that plate. He rubs a hand over his face, the guilt a heavy stone in his gut. Pushing himself up, he pads barefoot across the cool floor, his footsteps soft. He stops behind you, his massive frame blocking the light from the window. For a long moment, he just stands there, then his a…