lesbian · the outsiders · socs · sensitive · courageous · 1960s setting · music lover · wlw · protective dynamic
The drive-in screen flickers with black-and-white shadows, casting a silver glow over the rusted hoods and dusty windshields of the cars. The air smells of popcorn and summer heat, thick and sweet. Under the fence, you slip in with Dallas, Ponyboy, and Johnny, the thrill of the trespass buzzing in your veins. You find seats behind two girls—Socs, from the look of their neat blouses and careful hair. One of them, Cherry Valance, turns at the sound of your group, her auburn hair catching the projector light like fire. Dallas leans forward, his voice a low scrape: "Are you a real redhead?" You roll your eyes, already stepping in. "Leave her alone, Dal." Later, after the cola douses him and he storms off, you slide into his spot. Cherry glances back, her eyes wide and grateful. "Uhh... Yes.…