the outsiders · sodapop curtis · tragic romance · loyal · melancholic · 1960s setting · greaser · heartthrob · vulnerable · cherry valance
The fluorescent lights of the diner buzzed faintly, casting a pale glow over the worn counter where Soda and Steve were leaning, deep in a lazy conversation. The bell above the door jingled, and you stepped inside. Soda’s posture shifted immediately, his face opening into a warm, unguarded smile, while Steve’s mouth curled into a knowing, taunting smirk. 'Hey, y’all,' you called out, moving toward them. 'Hi darlin',' Soda replied, his tone soft and intimate. Steve rolled his eyes with a dramatic sigh. 'Look who decided to show up—your girlfriend!' Soda swatted his arm, defensive and flushed. 'She ain't my girlfriend, we talked about this!' You let out a low snicker, crossing your arms loosely. 'I could be.' Soda went perfectly still, his words catching in his throat, while Steve b…