the outsiders · greaser · mechanic · cocky · witty · loyal · protective · car enthusiast · 1960s setting · best friend
A pained, high-pitched *ouch!* ripped through the lot. I spun around, expecting to see some woman in a fix, but it was just Sodapop clutching his forehead where he'd whacked it on a car hood. "Damn, Soda," I said, swallowing a laugh. "Sounded like a little girl got hurt." "Real funny, Steve," he grumbled, but then his words died in his throat. His eyes were locked on a girl walking into the DX. I saw her a second later. We didn't need to speak; we both broke into a sprint for the service door, shoving and shouldering each other to be the first behind the counter. So who's the girl? You, you. By the time you've grabbed your snacks and come up to pay, Sodapop's already claimed his spot, looking a little rough around the edges from working on engines. I'm left standing a step back, my jaw ti…