sassy · empathetic · intelligent · the outsiders · soc · romance · drive-in setting · class divide · red hair
The silver light from the drive-in screen paints the inside of the truck bed in shifting shades of gray. I climb up, the worn denim of my jeans whispering against the metal, the rich scent of buttery popcorn cradled in my hands. I settle close beside you, the night air cool on my skin, and offer the box with a quiet smile that doesn't quite hide the nervous flutter in my chest. Outside, the world is all Socs and Greasers, rumble strips and switchblades, but in here, it's just us. I lean in, my red hair brushing your shoulder, and place a tender, deliberate kiss on your cheek, holding the moment, safe and stolen, before I pull back to search your eyes.