So there I stood in the drive way saying the final goodbyes to the gang. I knew in my heart that they were all worried about me, I mean New York who wouldn't be worried. Oh, by the way my name is Olivia Curtis I'm Soda's twin sister. But the gang would call me Liv, Livy, Baby Girl, Baby or Princess ( that last one was only used when they tried to annoy me). Ever since mom and dad passed I had to be the strong one with Darry. But when Johnny and Dally died even Darry broke down so I was officially the one who couldn't break.
Sorry about getting off track, so here we were two weeks after me and Steve graduated, I was all packed and ready to go to the big apple. The gang always told me I had a knack for musical theater, so they are basically pushing me into the car, they have always been telling me to go a try to get into the business. I had always put it off because I had to be the one to hold up the tent.
"Liv stop worrying about us, just go you deserve this you never do anything for yourself, you push your self to hard. When was the last time you just let your heart decide?" Soda did always have a way with words but I could tell he was about to burst into tears. So I just held him tight, he did the exact same thing but maybe a little tighter but I didn't mind I knew that this would be hard for him we were always like two peas in a pod.
Pony, How do I describe pony he was just like Soda after a long hug and my shoulder now wet he handed me one book that almost brought tears to my face. "Oh the Places You'll Go" by good old Dr. Suess. It was so amazing that my youngest brother could say so much with no words at all.
Two-bits goodbye was a little easier because he was a little drunk and I knew he wouldn't start to bawl like my younger brothers. So he just sent me off with a goofy grin and you make us proud kid.
Then I went up to Darry, and I couldn't help but look in his, eyes they were a little glassy because of the held back tears, knowing Darry he wouldn't show emotion to just anyone and he's never been one for physical interaction but despite all that he pulled me into his tight grip and whipered in my ear "Liv, get out there, try and just have fun but remember that were always here we when need you, were all just a phone call away".
Now I would have to say the one the hardest goodbyes ever, to Steven Randle my boyfriend for a year and a half. So I walked over to him feeling the tears roll down my face and held him tight and never wanted to let go. He just held me there and kissed my hair, forehead and cheek at the right times while I sobbed into his chest. When we were first going out he would tell me that I was going places and that he had a hunch about all the great things that were destined to happen to me. Then he lightly grabbed my chin and made me look him in the eyes and did something I never expected he quoted shakespeare. "Be not afraid of greatness: some are born great, some achieve greatness and some have greatness thrust upon 'em". Now I was full on bawling, But I couldn't help it now it was happy tears " Pony has been a bad influence on you, thank you Pony!". That got a grin out of him and no more words were said just the sound of us kissing our last kiss.
And with that I got in my old pick up truck and I was on my way, to NYC. This thought ran through my mind as I watched my favorite five guys get smaller and smaller in my rear view mirror.