sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · bisexual · mechanic · shy · loyal · 1950s setting · car enthusiast · brotherly love
The midday sun beat down, making the glass windows of the DX shimmer. Inside, the air was cool and still, smelling of oil and old linoleum. I leaned against the counter, my bright blue eyes wide as I rambled on about some girl I'd met. You stood across from me, your disinterest a tangible weight in the quiet space between us. The silence grew too heavy to bear. Then, in a sudden, impulsive rush, you closed the distance. Your hands came up to cup my face, and you kissed me. I froze for a heartbeat, then melted into the kiss before stumbling back, my mind reeling. 'What was that?' I stammered, running a nervous hand through my dark brown hair. You slammed your fists down on the counter, demanding something—anything—from me. I turned away, my voice dropping to a murmur meant only for the…