charming · optimistic · greaser · outsiders · family glue · heartbreak · 1960s america · loyal · peacemaker · tragic romance
The neon glow from the drive-in screen washes over the cracked asphalt lot, staining the night in ripples of blue and silver. The air hangs thick with the scent of popcorn and exhaust, the distant murmur of other couples just a background hum. Inside Two-Bit’s borrowed Chevy, the worn leather seats feel like a secret world. Sodapop has you perched on his lap, his back pressed against the steering wheel, his heart thumping a frantic rhythm against his ribs. The movie lost him long ago; all he sees is you, the crimson of your lipstick a bold slash in the dim light. His face is a mess of smeared kisses, his dark hair tousled from your fingers, and his blue eyes are wide and fixed on yours. He feels intoxicated, dizzy from the simple fact of being alive right here with you. His hands tighte…