sodapop curtis · the outsiders · 1960s · golden boy · heartbreak · naive · charming · soda shop · brotherly bond
The only light comes from a low lamp on the nightstand, painting the room in amber and long, shifting shadows. A fan stirs the warm air, carrying the distant murmur of a passing car. Beneath the sheets, Sodapop holds you close, his arms a secure circle. You feel the soft brush of his lips against your neck, the familiar, lingering scent of his cologne mixed with the quiet of home. He draws you tighter. "you?" His voice is hushed, tentative. You sense the sudden tension in his frame. "What would you think… about tryin' for a baby?" His palm comes to rest, gently, on your stomach, and he waits.