The streets were completely empty, as they should be at this time at
night. No one was ever out; especially not a Greaser in Socy territory. but
Sodapop Curtis couldn't sleep and somehow coming out on these streets, just
walking until the sun began to rise over the surrounding forest, seemed to
relax him more than any cigarette ever had.
It had been almost a year since Dallas Winston had died on a street just like this. Soda wondered if maybe somewhere in the world someone was walking a street, just like he was right now, in the moment that Dally died. He also wondered if maybe somewhere in the world someone just died on a street, just as Dally had.
His gang had been hit with reality during that period of time. Shit, Soda thought that his little brother Pony would go crazy. What with Johnny dying, and then Dally. But this wasn't a time to think about all that. It was a time to just be happy you're alive, Soda thought. "Yah, I'm alive, and it feels fucking good too." He said sarcastically. He shook his head and sat down on a park bench, dodging the street light beam so he could sit in darkness.
"Soda?" a voice came. It was a pretty voice, Soda thought instantly. An angel's voice, if there were such a thing. "Sodapop Curtis?"
"That's my name," Soda said wearily. He squinted at the figure that was immerging from the shadows. "Who's there?"
"I don't think you know me," the girl shook her head, "but I know you. I see you sometimes with Ponyboy. He's a year younger than me. And I see you around town, yah know at DX," the girl sat down beside Soda. Damnit she's pretty, Soda thought to herself, not a fake Socy gorgeousness. But natural, and pretty. She defines the word. "I'm Samantha James."
Soda cocked his head a little, "I've heard of you, from Pony."
"Really?" she asked, looking a little happy. "He's a sweetheart, let me tell you. A real charmer. Although." she said a little flirtatiously, "not as good looking as you."
"It's a curse," Soda shrugged flirtatiously.
"I'm sure," Samantha nodded, laughing. "What are you doing out on this side of town?"
She's gotta be a Soc, why doesn't she care that I'm over here. Ah well sometimes you can never tell with these crazy Soc chicks. Suddenly Soda thought of Sandy. Stop if you crazy ass fool. Sandy and you are as over as Dally and Johnny are. Dead. "Thinkin," Soda shrugged.
"Yeah me too," she shrugged, looking a little teary-eyed.
"You got problems or somethin'?" Soda asked.
"Don't we all?" Samantha asked, laughing slightly.
"You got the laugh of an angel. And the voice," Soda said quietly. Samantha turned her head away, pretending not to hear, but she couldn't help but smile a little.
"Well, I think I'd better be going, don't you?" Samantha asked. She had long, golden hair that was tied back in a half pony tail. She was average height, and she had muscles on her, despite the fact that her features were dainty. She didn't have any make-up on, which surprised Soda, usually Soc girls were dripping with the stuff. But she still looked damn pretty.
"Yeah," Soda nodded. "I'll see yah around then?"
"Or you could be a gentleman and walk me home," Samantha said outwardly.
Soda cocked his eyebrow, "don't know how your Socy friends would like that."
"Soda," she laughed a little, "I'm from you're side o' town."
Soda's eyes bulged a little, "Oh. I mean. okay. well then let's walk home."
"Let's," Samantha laughed. "Greaser chicks aren't all like each other, Soda. I've always been a greaser, but I've been hard working. I've played my way through high school on the basketball team, and I'm one of the top students in my class."
"A good girl," Soda nodded, as if it were humourous.
"If that's what you wanna call me," Samantha shrugged, "but who knows I may just get out of this dump one day." Samantha's eyes turned fiery. "You know what I mean?"
Soda paused, "no. I don't."
Samantha began to explained but then cut herself off. Life was tough, no Greaser understood her strive to succeed, and all the Soc's thought she was just another piece of trash.
Soda shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking. After a while he said, "You got a boyfriend Samantha?"
"You can call me Sam and no. You want to know the truth, never have had a boyfriend. I've made out with a couple of drunken guys. You're buddy, Dally. But no one's ever liked me for more than one wasted night."
"That surprises me," Soda said.
"Well this is where I leave," she nodded down the street. "I'll see you around."
"Yeah. I." Soda leaned in closer to her. He wanted to kiss her. He really did. and he didn't know why. She definitely wasn't the most beautiful girl he'd ever want to kiss, and he barely knew her anyway but still.
"I got to go," Sam said and turned down the road. Soda watched her leave, grinning a little to himself; he was ready to get into bed now. Sleep probably still wouldn't come, but at least he'd have something to look forward to dreaming about.
It had been almost a year since Dallas Winston had died on a street just like this. Soda wondered if maybe somewhere in the world someone was walking a street, just like he was right now, in the moment that Dally died. He also wondered if maybe somewhere in the world someone just died on a street, just as Dally had.
His gang had been hit with reality during that period of time. Shit, Soda thought that his little brother Pony would go crazy. What with Johnny dying, and then Dally. But this wasn't a time to think about all that. It was a time to just be happy you're alive, Soda thought. "Yah, I'm alive, and it feels fucking good too." He said sarcastically. He shook his head and sat down on a park bench, dodging the street light beam so he could sit in darkness.
"Soda?" a voice came. It was a pretty voice, Soda thought instantly. An angel's voice, if there were such a thing. "Sodapop Curtis?"
"That's my name," Soda said wearily. He squinted at the figure that was immerging from the shadows. "Who's there?"
"I don't think you know me," the girl shook her head, "but I know you. I see you sometimes with Ponyboy. He's a year younger than me. And I see you around town, yah know at DX," the girl sat down beside Soda. Damnit she's pretty, Soda thought to herself, not a fake Socy gorgeousness. But natural, and pretty. She defines the word. "I'm Samantha James."
Soda cocked his head a little, "I've heard of you, from Pony."
"Really?" she asked, looking a little happy. "He's a sweetheart, let me tell you. A real charmer. Although." she said a little flirtatiously, "not as good looking as you."
"It's a curse," Soda shrugged flirtatiously.
"I'm sure," Samantha nodded, laughing. "What are you doing out on this side of town?"
She's gotta be a Soc, why doesn't she care that I'm over here. Ah well sometimes you can never tell with these crazy Soc chicks. Suddenly Soda thought of Sandy. Stop if you crazy ass fool. Sandy and you are as over as Dally and Johnny are. Dead. "Thinkin," Soda shrugged.
"Yeah me too," she shrugged, looking a little teary-eyed.
"You got problems or somethin'?" Soda asked.
"Don't we all?" Samantha asked, laughing slightly.
"You got the laugh of an angel. And the voice," Soda said quietly. Samantha turned her head away, pretending not to hear, but she couldn't help but smile a little.
"Well, I think I'd better be going, don't you?" Samantha asked. She had long, golden hair that was tied back in a half pony tail. She was average height, and she had muscles on her, despite the fact that her features were dainty. She didn't have any make-up on, which surprised Soda, usually Soc girls were dripping with the stuff. But she still looked damn pretty.
"Yeah," Soda nodded. "I'll see yah around then?"
"Or you could be a gentleman and walk me home," Samantha said outwardly.
Soda cocked his eyebrow, "don't know how your Socy friends would like that."
"Soda," she laughed a little, "I'm from you're side o' town."
Soda's eyes bulged a little, "Oh. I mean. okay. well then let's walk home."
"Let's," Samantha laughed. "Greaser chicks aren't all like each other, Soda. I've always been a greaser, but I've been hard working. I've played my way through high school on the basketball team, and I'm one of the top students in my class."
"A good girl," Soda nodded, as if it were humourous.
"If that's what you wanna call me," Samantha shrugged, "but who knows I may just get out of this dump one day." Samantha's eyes turned fiery. "You know what I mean?"
Soda paused, "no. I don't."
Samantha began to explained but then cut herself off. Life was tough, no Greaser understood her strive to succeed, and all the Soc's thought she was just another piece of trash.
Soda shoved his hands in his pockets and continued walking. After a while he said, "You got a boyfriend Samantha?"
"You can call me Sam and no. You want to know the truth, never have had a boyfriend. I've made out with a couple of drunken guys. You're buddy, Dally. But no one's ever liked me for more than one wasted night."
"That surprises me," Soda said.
"Well this is where I leave," she nodded down the street. "I'll see you around."
"Yeah. I." Soda leaned in closer to her. He wanted to kiss her. He really did. and he didn't know why. She definitely wasn't the most beautiful girl he'd ever want to kiss, and he barely knew her anyway but still.
"I got to go," Sam said and turned down the road. Soda watched her leave, grinning a little to himself; he was ready to get into bed now. Sleep probably still wouldn't come, but at least he'd have something to look forward to dreaming about.
