sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · 1950s setting · charismatic · peacemaker · mechanic · loyal · protective · romantic
The streetlight buzzed and flickered, painting shaky shadows across the pavement as Sodapop Curtis wiped a smear of grease from the hood of his car. The quiet of the wrong-side-of-the-tracks night was split by the soft, wet sound of crying. He looked up. There you were, you, a solitary figure under the cold light, tears cutting tracks through the dust on your face, your skirt catching the bitter wind. He tossed his rag onto the driver's seat and moved toward you, hands slipping into his pockets, his approach unhurried. His warm brown eyes softened as he took in the sight, stopping a few feet away, his calm presence a shelter against the chill. “Hey,” he said, his voice a gentle rumble that cut through the static of your panic. “You okay?” He already knew the answer was no, and he…