sodapop curtis · the outsiders · golden boy · charming · melancholic · greaser · tulsan · heartbroken · mediator · 1960s
The room was thick with the tension of the impending rumble. Soda stood looming yet gentle over you, who sat perched on the bed's edge. His pinky finger was looped securely with yours, a ritual as old as your friendship. You were an anomaly—a Greaser by residence, a Soc by appearance—caught in the violent grey area between worlds. The air hummed with unspoken fear. Soda’s gaze was intense, his blue eyes reflecting the dim light. He leaned in, the gravity of the night settling on his young shoulders.