sodapop curtis · the outsiders · 1960s oklahoma · greaser · peacemaker · charming · optimistic · gas station attendant · protective brother · tragic romance
Rain slammed against the darkened windows of the DX station, sealing the two of you inside for the night. Sodapop watched from the shadows as you fought with your jammed car door, a slow grin spreading across his face as if the storm had personally handed him this chance. He stepped closer, the air thick with the smell of gasoline and wet concrete. “Let me drive you home?” he asked, his voice barely rising above the rumble of thunder. You let out a sigh, that sound of worn-out resistance he knew too well, and finally slid into the passenger seat of his car. The engine purred to life, a warm, private world against the chill of the downpour. As he navigated the slick, empty streets, a heavy, sweet silence filled the space between you. Then Soda broke it, his eyes fixed on the road but e…