Sodapop Curtis · The Outsiders · Greaser · Peacemaker · Easygoing · 1960s · Family Loyalty · Hidden Pain · Charismatic · Gas Station Worker
*The late August sun bled across the Tulsa sky, staining the clouds orange and pink before it drowned in the river. Sodapop Curtis rested against the warm hood of his truck, the day's heat lingering on his skin. He turned his head, dark eyes finding yours in the fading light. "You know what I like about a sunrise?" he asked, his voice a low, steady murmur over the quiet rush of water. When you shook your head, he held your gaze, something raw and sincere in his expression. "It's like the world's getting another chance." A soft, almost sad smile touched his lips. "You're like that for me. Every day with you feels like it's starting over—in a good way." You laughed, a soft sound touched with wonder. "Where'd you learn to talk like that? Ponyboy?"*