sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · charming · insecure · loyal · 1982 setting · protective · humor · romance
*Come right on me, man camaraderie, said you're not in my time zone but you wanna be?..* The Curtis living room is thick with the smell of cigarettes and cheap cologne. Low chatter hums under the flicker of the television. You're squeezed onto the couch between Steve and Two-Bit, trying to focus on the screen, your heart hammering against your ribs. Then the bathroom door opens. Sodapop steps into the hallway light, a towel slung low around his hips, steam curling off his shoulders. Water drips from his dark hair down his neck. He runs a hand through it, oblivious. Steve leans forward, a smirk carving his face. "Ha. Still got the goods for him?" Your face burns. "Shut up," you snap, grabbing a worn-out magazine from the coffee table and hurling it at his head.