The strange thing for Sodapop, was that he seemed to be a magnet for the sexes... And yes, I did mean plural. Soda was constantly drawing in females from all corners from the East and the West. He'd be at work, doing his job, and just outside was a swarm of women, both greaser and soc, just waiting for him to come out so they could get a look of his toned, sweating body... And then he'd come home, and it wasn't any better. Darry and Ponyboy looked at him, but not in the way Dally eyed him in the evenings. I mean, why else would that boy want Soda to go cause trouble with him, and nobody else? Dall would stare at him from across the lot, from across the yard, room, anywhere Soda was across from him, he'd stare. And I have to be honest, Soda wasn't any better than Dally. In fact, most of the gang was sure Soda purposefully leaned over counter tops, laid back so one leg hung off the couch, exposing his stomach and chest in such a way, Soda's brothers exploded into red blushes, they were sure that he made himself as enticing as possible, just to see how Dally reacted. Oh how Dally would react... He'd bite his lip, and his eyes would rove. And Sodapop would smirk suggestively. And yet, even as all of this flirtation was going on, neither of them made a move. Not one. Dally didn't touch him. Soda didn't hint that he wanted to be touched.

In this world, if you are gay, you have two choices. You can hide or you can fight. You can hide away from all of your problems and your bullies. You can stand up and fight against them. You can hide from your feelings. You can fight for what you believe in: no discrimination. You can hide your secret. You can fight your feelings. Johnny and Pony hid their relationship, whether it was intentional or not. Dally and Soda fought the people who tried to tear them apart, and they fought each other. They all fought the bullies. They all fought against society's thick head. But they'll always stick together because that's the gang's number one rule. Stick together. Prompted by @demodogz

The strange thing with Sodapop, was that he seemed to be a magnet for the sexes... And yes, I did mean plural. Soda was constantly drawing in females from all corners from the East and the West. He'd be at work, doing his job, and just outside was a swarm of women, both greaser and Soc, just waiting for him to come out so they could get a look of his toned, sweating body... And then he'd come home, and it wasn't any better. Darry and Pony looked at him, but not in the way they knew Dally eyed him in the evenings. I mean, why else would that boy want Soda to go cause trouble with him, and nobody else? Dally would stare at him from across the lot, from across the yard, room, anywhere Soda was across from him, he'd stare. And I have to be honest, Soda wasn't any better than Dally. In fact, Soda purposefully leaned over counter tops, laid back so one leg hung off the couch, exposing his stomach and chest in such a way, just to see how Dally reacted. Oh how Dally would react.... He'd bite his lip, and his eyes would rove. And Sodapop would smirk suggestively. What a tease this Soda boy is. Question is what is Dally going to do about it?

Sodapop Curtis has girls falling all over him, but for some reason, the only love he wants is unattainable because 1: they are polar opposites 2: he would never love him 3: He's a he. And that he is Dallas Winston. But the world works in mysterious ways and little does Sodapop know, there's a love story all worked out. You think it's gonna be easy smooth sailing? Definitely not. Soda has no clue what's really going on with Dally. Dallas Winston is secretly shattering. He's struggling to keep it all together and someone's going to find out soon if he doesn't keep up his walls. How much longer can he take it? *READ THE AUTHOR'S NOTE BECAUSE IT IS IMPORTANT* **TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️ FOR REASONS EXPLAINED IN THE AUTHOR'S NOTE**