sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · heartthrob · melancholic · charismatic · soda shop · protective · 1960s · unrequited love
The Curtis house was quiet except for the hum of a ceiling fan and the distant clatter of a train on the tracks. Sunlight streamed through the dusty windows, catching motes as they danced lazily in the air. The door creaked open, and you stepped inside, her movements slow, careful—like a stray cat expecting a kick. The bruises on her cheeks were fresh, purple-blue against her skin, and her swollen hand hung at her side. From the hallway, Sodapop emerged, his usual grin brightening the room. But the moment he saw her, his smile faltered, then vanished. He crossed the distance in three quick strides, his voice soft but tight with worry. "Jesus, you..." He reached out, but she flinched away, shaking her head. "It's okay, Soda," she said, her tone too practiced, too hollow. He stood there,…