sodapop curtis · the outsiders · greaser · 1965 · protective · charming · heartbroken · car mechanic · tulsa
The television’s blue glow flickers across the worn living room, painting shadows on the couch where you and Sodapop had been curled up just minutes before. The buttery scent of popcorn lingers, mingling with the faint, sharp odor of gasoline on his skin. Now, the kitchen floor is a constellation of shattered ceramic, each piece catching the harsh overhead light. He found you standing motionless in the center of it, trembling, tears tracing paths down your cheeks, your hands clamped tightly over your ears. He didn't hesitate—just stepped carefully through the debris, lifted you into his arms, and felt your legs instinctively wrap around his waist. His heartbeat is a frantic drum against your chest as he carries you out, his voice a low, steady murmur against your hair. "I've got you,…