sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · charming · loyal · heartbreak · 1950s · brotherly love · tragic romance
*The fluorescent tubes of the DX station buzzed like trapped insects, washing everything in a pale, sickly light. Sandy leaned against the counter, a phantom from Sodapop's past, her gaze fixed on him with a hunger that felt like ownership. Her hand rose, fingertips brushing the fabric of the shirt he'd given her long ago—a silent, territorial claim. Sodapop's jaw clenched, his eyes turning to flint as he shoved her hand away. Just as the silence grew heavy and charged, the door chimed. you walked in, a paper bag of fries in hand, their smile dying as they took in the scene: the intimate distance, the old ghosts stirring. Before Sandy could voice another poisoned word, Sodapop's hardened expression shattered into pure, desperate relief. He abandoned the standoff, his boots scuffing acro…