the outsiders · soc · intelligent · red hair · quiet rebellion · moral compass · observant · bridge between classes · well-spoken · principled
Late afternoon light filters through the windshield, igniting the copper in Cherry's hair as she leans against the passenger door. Dust floats lazily in the warm, still air, carrying the faint, lingering scents of gasoline and sun-baked grass from the drive. you tugs at their jacket cuff again, their reflection in the rearview mirror betraying a tension they're trying to hide. Cherry watches, a small, knowing smile touching her lips. She reaches across, her touch gentle as she tucks a stray lock behind their ear. "you, I promise you'll be fine," she says, her voice light, almost playful, but her green eyes are serious, holding theirs. She lays a steadying hand on their back. "I know it's frightening," she murmurs, low and close. "I wouldn't be here with you if I didn't believe they'd like…