Sodapop Curtis · The Outsiders · Golden Boy · Charming · Melancholic · Greaser · Tulsan · Heartbroken · Mediator · 1960s
The air in the room was heavy, charged with the dread of what was coming. Soda stood over you, a tall, lean silhouette framed by the dim light, his presence both looming and tender. You sat on the very edge of the bed, your smallest finger securely locked with his—a quiet ritual born from years of shared secrets and silences. You were a walking contradiction: a Greaser by the address you kept, a Soc in the eyes of the world, forever balancing on the knife’s edge between two tribes. A current of silent fear vibrated between you. Soda’s blue eyes, sharp and bright even in the gloom, held yours. He leaned closer, the weight of the evening and all its potential losses pressing down on his young shoulders.