We're just best friends always have been always will be….
Sodapop is my best friend, since forever! We do everything together practically live together, but what happens when he lies for me and we even end up going to prom together? According to the rest of the gang I may be falling for him and who knows maybe even him for me? What? No we're best friends…that's it? Well so I thought.
The ousiders belong to SE Hinton and I also talk in a few song lyrics that don't belong to me so credit to the writer. (Maybe im amazed something to believe in can you feel the love tonight ) and a few ideas from fanfics ive read but nothing directly copied.
When people ask me how long Soda and I have been friends my immediate answer is simply, forever. But when I think about it I know that's not true. I remember when our friendship started so clearly its almost scary. My mother and I had just packed up and left my father and his alcoholic, heroin using ass back in New York and moved somewhere he could never expect to find us, Tulsa Oklahoma.
When my mom told her best friend, Mrs. Uhl, back in New York, that we were moving to somewhere my dad would never find us like, Oklahoma or something, Mrs. Uhl told us she had a cousin living there in Tulsa, Mrs. Curtis. We were stoked. It felt as though we already had a friend or a familiar face in a scary situation so we searched the neighborhood for a cheap house and bought it as soon as we could. When my dad left for work the next day my mother and I worked so fast to pack what we could and leave by noon. We took a bus there, which took like, forever, but when we finally arrived in our new house we were glad to be out of that house and away from that man I had so long called my father.
We arrived on Sunday night and I had to be at school bright and early on Monday morning. When the alarm rang at six I could feel the churning in my stomach begin already. I was always shy. Actually shy was an understatement; I only spoke when spoken to or when absolutely necessary. My mom was similar in that way but she was also extraordinarily kind and friendly wish made her seem slightly more outgoing. She was also gorgeous and sweet and had pretty blonde hair that fell past her shoulders in a gentle wave. Sadly I took after my father with slightly frizzy brown ringlets that fell to my elbows and curled from my ears down. My mother walked me to my homeroom on my first day of school. Unfortunately we had been in such a hurry to leave my abusive father behind that it was in fact the middle of the school year and I had to start into a new school needless to say sticking out like a sore thumb. I walked into class and sat in the very back knowing that that wouldn't blend me in anymore. The uncomfortable morning went by slow as pouring molasses, by recess I had gotten through with only having to say a few words like my name and a croaky "I'm from New York". I was scared sockless so I sat under one of the younger kids playhouse and watched the boys in my grade play basketball and the girls braid each other's hair and make bracelets and bat their eyes at the boys from the sidelines. My thoughts brought me back to New York and how exactly my life was going to unfold here so I hadn't heard him until he swung his head down from the top of the playhouse to look at me upside-down his hair standing up on end. Or falling down on end I suppose.
"Hi!Soyournewhuh?Mynamessodapopcurtisitevensayssoo nmybirthcertificate." The boy said quickly in one breath, clearly too much energy to know what to do with. I was to shocked, surprised, and shy to respond so I stood there my mouth hanging open as he flipped off the top of the playhouse and sat outside of it facing me.
"Soyourshyhuh? My little brother, Ponyboy, is shy to so don't worry I get it. I also have an older brother Darry but he's not shy he's tough and scares everyone and he's even in a gang you know and he can beat almost anyone up!"
"My name is M-molly" I stuttered.
"I know."
"Oh" I replied not knowing what else to say. Sodapop seemed friendly and if I was going to survive the rest of my school years here I kinda needed a friend, but my shy eight-year-old brian hadn't had enough practice in friend making to know what to say next. Sodapop sighed then and said matter-of-factly "We're different okay? Not like them snotty south side rich kids. But we don't need them okay? But we gotta stick together because were all we got."
I nodded slowly and thus began Soda and my best friendship.