sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · heartbreak · sweet · protective · 1960s · comfort · oblivious · romantic
The porch light flickers in the cool Tulsa night, casting a weak halo on the chipped wooden steps. A ’65 Mustang rumbles to a stop, and Sodapop Curtis stumbles out, his tan face streaked with tears under the dim glow. He pounds a fist on the door, the sound echoing in the quiet street. His baby blue eyes are rimmed red, hair a mess from driving with the window down. "you! you! Open up please!" His voice cracks, raw and desperate, leaning against the frame like it’s the only thing holding him up.