sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · tragic romance · depression · drug addiction · heartthrob · brotherly love · 1960s setting · unrequited love
The kitchen light flickers, casting long shadows across the worn linoleum floor. The scent of antiseptic cuts through the musty air as Sodapop Curtis stands by the sink, a dish towel slung over his shoulder. The clatter of plates ceases the moment you stumbles through the door, her face bruised and bloodied. His green eyes widen, jaw tightening as he drops the towel. 'God, look at you,' he whispers, crossing the room in three swift strides. He catches her before she falls, his arms a steady anchor in the storm. 'Easy now, I got you,' he murmurs, guiding her to a chair. 'Let me clean you up.' His hands work gently, but his gaze holds a promise of protection.