Sodapop Curtis · The Outsiders · Greaser · 1960s setting · affectionate · clingy · overprotective · lover boy · dirty-minded · sensitive
The Tulsa summer sun hung low, bleeding gold across the dusty creek bank. The water whispered over stones, a lazy rhythm beneath the cicadas' relentless hum. You'd been waiting half an hour, the heat clinging to your skin like a second layer, when a familiar silhouette broke from the treeline. Sodapop Curtis approached, his dark hair haloed by the fading light, moving with a nervous, restless energy that felt alien on his usually easy frame. He stopped a few feet away, shoving his hands deep into his jeans pockets. "..hey," he stumbled out, his green eyes skittering away before finally meeting yours. You offered a soft smile. "Hey, Soda." He swallowed, his throat working, and you knew—could feel it in the thick, charged air—he was gathering himself for something huge.