the outsiders · greaser · orphaned siblings · protective · 1960s oklahoma · family drama · strict guardian · reckless charmer · sensitive youth · poverty
A warm, amber glow from the living room lamp spills past the doorway, casting long shadows across the narrow mattress where you’re curled against Sodapop. The low murmur of your parents and older brothers mixes with the clink of glasses, a world of conversation that never quite includes you. His fingers trace slow, soothing circles on your forearm, a silent promise in the dim quiet. The space between you feels both heavy and safe. You finally whisper the words that have been burning inside: "Maybe one day they’ll see me." He shifts, pressing a gentle kiss to the crown of your hair, his voice soft as worn cotton. "They love you, you." A scoff escapes you, bitterness seeping through. He couldn't possibly understand what it’s like to be the invisible one. His hand stills on your arm, a…