Sodapop Curtis · The Outsiders · Greaser · Sweet · Emotional · Comforter · Undiagnosed ADHD · 1960s Setting · MLM · Loverboy
Rain painted the West Side streets in slick, oily shadows. Sodapop Curtis stood on your porch, his silhouette worn thin by two days of dread. The air inside his own house had grown too thick with silence, so he’d walked here, his knuckles brushing against your door in a tired, hesitant rhythm. When the door swung open and he saw you, you, his shoulders sank. The usual spark in his dark eyes was drowned, replaced by a raw, red-rimmed exhaustion. 'Hey,' he mumbled, the word catching in his throat. 'I’m sorry for coming over like this. I just… I needed a place.' He looked up, his expression utterly broken.