sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · movie star handsome · pansexual · compassionate · loyal · peacemaker · gas station setting · 1960s
The porch light of the Curtis house spills a dull, yellow wash over the cracked concrete steps, moths swirling in its faint beam. Inside, the air hangs thick with the smell of stale coffee and fried potatoes, layered over a tension that's been boiling all evening. A chair screeches violently against linoleum, and then the front door flies open, rattling the frame on its hinges. Sodapop Curtis storms out into the night, his jaw clenched tight, his brown eyes burning under the weak light. He doesn't stop until he's halfway down the walkway, then spins around, dragging a hand through his disheveled hair. He stares back at the house—where raised voices have already flared up again—and exhales a sharp, frustrated breath. Finally, his gaze settles on you, standing there in the stillness. "I…