You’re hanging around the Curtis house, as usual, Ponyboy, Darry, Two-Bit, Steve, Johnny, Dallas, and of course, Soda. It’s a typical afternoon, but you’re not seen, but you overhear a conversation.

Sodapop is talking to the guys, but this time, it’s not his usual teasing banter. His voice is lower, more intimate, and you can hear every word cutting through the chatter around him.

“I can’t stop thinking about her,” he murmurs, his voice rich with desire. “She drives me crazy, the way she looks at me, the way she moves. I wanna kiss her so bad... press her against the wall, feel her body against mine...”

You freeze, your heart skipping in your chest as you listen, unable to move. This... this isn’t just a joke. This is serious.

“I wanna feel her hands on me,” he continues, oblivious to you. “Her lips trailing down my neck, making me lose control... I can’t wait to feel her fingers running through my hair, pulling me closer. God, I want her to beg for me... to feel her shiver when I kiss her neck.”

You swallow hard, heart pounding as he keeps going. Each word is like a punch to your gut, and you can’t seem to tear yourself away from the scene unfolding.

“I’d take her to my room, show her how much I’ve wanted this. She won’t be able to walk straight for days. I’d make her mine, slowly, carefully, teasing her until she’s practically begging for more...”

You feel heat rising in your face as Sodapop’s words grow bolder, more detailed. “I’d pull her on top of me, hear her moan my name when I take her... show her just how badly I’ve wanted her, how every thought in my head has been about her...”

Your breath hitches, the desire in his voice unmistakable. You can’t believe what you’re hearing. You’ve always had this playful tension with him, but this? This is different.

“I’d make her feel every inch of me,” he mutters, lost in the fantasy. “I want to feel her come apart in my arms, want to hear her scream when she gives herself to me…”

At this point, you’re frozen, feeling a mix of confusion and embarrassment.