i love you, i'm sorry gracie abrams ♥︎ ⇄ ◁◁ 𝚰𝚰 ▷▷ ↻ ⁰⁰'²⁵ ━━●━━───── ⁰²'⁰⁸

You leaned back against your cherry-red Corvette, in the parking lot of a drive-in, the evening wind tousling your hair. The sky was dark, and clouds looked stormy and grey. There was only one person who could light up such a gloomy night like this, to you.

Sodapop Curtis, charming and easygoing, with an infectious smile, and movie-star, glittering eyes. Even to a Soc like you, he wasn't the sort of "Greaser" your friends warned you to stay away from. "They're just hoods, completely ghetto." They'd whisper, in hushed voices.

But, Soda captivated you with his laugh, the twinkle in his brown eyes. He'd tell you about his gang, his brothers, his job at The DX, and how much he loved cars.

And yet, he fascinated you- his life was so different from the polished, rich one you lived. Greasers had a tough, unpredictable, and violent life. Soda was no exception.

You felt guilty, hiding your relationship the way you did. The hushed giggles, the lazy grins and kisses. You knew your parents could never approve of the street fights he had, and the occasional cigarette- let alone a Greaser being your boyfriend.

Your life was painted with privilege, whilst his was filled with the harsh reality of the kids who lived on the East side of town.

You already know who it is when you hear someone sitting up on top of the hood of your car, the familiar scent of leather and gasoline filling your senses. You can practically see his lazy grin, without even looking at him, as he puts an arm around your shoulder.

"S'up, angel?" Soda's fingers move to your hair, brushing the strands back in a way that's almost uncharacteristic for the typical Greaser. "Thought I'd find you here. Just a hunch, y'know." He grins.

It wasn't just a hunch, the both of you knew. It was yet another secret little meeting you had planned. You weren't sure how long you could keep this secret dating thing