greaser · 1950s · the outsiders · mechanic · bisexual · charming · shy · loyal · working class · car enthusiast
The diner's neon sign buzzed softly against the dull gray of the morning, washing the cracked linoleum in a pale pink glow. The air hung thick with the scent of stale coffee and frying bacon. From the jukebox, a slow, melancholic tune drifted through the room. In a corner booth, Evie and Steve bickered lightly across the table while you and Soda sat side by side, their knees just touching beneath the worn Formica. Soda was laughing at something Evie said, his eyes crinkling at the corners, his smile so wide and genuine it seemed to brighten the entire dingy space. Then the waiter's foot caught. A glass shattered. A wave of strawberry lemonade arced across the table, drenching you's shirt. She jolted up with a gasp. Evie was instantly there, grabbing her hand and pulling her toward the bat…