Soda sat in remorse on a small wooden bench waiting for the bus. His head
hurt and his brain wasn't working right. He felt sick. Not physically but
emotionally. His hands became clammy as he remembered the first time he
ever kissed Sandy. He didn't think he'd ever get to kiss her again. He
slapped the thought away instantly and did his best to believe that he
would but a sick feeling welled up in his stomach because he really knew
that chance was slim.
Darry had told him "Sodapop, you gotta let go of her. You can't hold onto her forever. It just wasn't meant to be, little buddy." He pushed the words out of his mind. He couldn't let her go. How can you let someone like Sandy go. The only answer Soda could think of to his question is that you couldn't.
The bus was taking to long and it was hard to sit still. He got up and began walking home. Suddenly Steve drove by in his truck.
"Hey Soda!" He yelled out the window.
Soda looked over surprised to see a young blond girl hanging on him.
"Oh, Hi." Soda said glumly.
"Come to the club with us tonight. We're gonna pick up some action."
"No thanks, Soda said. I'm kinda tired Stevie.
"Oh c'mon cutie." The girl said. "I'll introduce you to some of my friends."
Soda blushed slightly and considered it. It had been six months since Sandy left and he hadn't been with another girl ever since. He just didn't think he was ready yet but they wouldn't take no for an answer. "I dunno." Soda said.
"C'mon Soda." Steve persisted. "We'll meet you at nine at the corner of 4th St."
"Well… all-right." Soda gave in. "Great." Steve said. "See you then buddy." "Bye, sweetie." The girl yelled as they zoomed off.
Soda shook his head. He didn't really even wanna go. He hadn't been much of a party animal ever since… well he didn't like to think about the deaths of Johnny and Dally and how Sandy left.
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Soda got home several minutes later and walked in, kicking his shoes off and plopping down on the couch. "Darry I'm going out tonight, ok?" "Were?" Darry asked emerging from the kitchen, dish and rag in hand.
"Just out with some friends." Soda said quickly knowing that Darry wouldn't approve of that local club that had recently opened. "All-right, that's fine." Darry said. "Back by one, understood?" "Yeah, ok." Soda mumbled. He hated curfews.
Soda got up and went to his room. He fell down on his bed and reached over to set the alarm for eight thirty. It seemed like it had just been seconds before Soda was awoken by loud ringing of the medal noise maker. He reached over and hit the top of it.
Soda got ready and went out. "Bye!" He yelled as he walked out so his brothers would know he was leaving.
He slammed the door behind him and felt the cold night air brush over him.
Why had he agreed to come? He'd much rather be inside sleeping. Maybe it was because Steve kept bugging him to meet some different girls.
"You've got to try and let her go, Sodapop. You've just got to try." He had said. Soda didn't want to try and get over her he wanted to try and get her back.
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Sodapop waited impatiently at the corner of 4th St. Steve was late… as usual. Finally he saw the car pull up. Soda jumped in the back. Steve's new little lady had already occupied the front seat.
"Hey Soda!" Steve said pressing down on the gas pedal hard. "Hey." Soda said. "Some friends of mine are meeting us there." The hoochie blond girl said while smacking on gum and blowing monstrous bubbles that popped and splattered on her well made up face. "They're gonna loooooove you." She said giggling and putting the gum back in her mouth.
"Great." Soda said fighting back sarcasm. Hanging out with other girls had just been making him feel worse lately. Especially girls with beautiful blond hair and sparkling blue eyes… all of them which weren't named Sandy.
"I gotta be back by one, ok Steve?" Soda said. "Not a problem, buddy." Steve turned the radio on louder and swerved down the road.
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"What's your name." One of the blond girls friends coodled over Soda and another played with his hair. There are some disadvantages to being so good looking. You get any girl. Even the ones you don't want. "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll see ya'll in a bit." Soda said rescuing himself from the girls.
It had been an hour of sitting at the bar in the farthest corner there was. The club was a nice place but those girls made his skin crawl and he had been avoiding them. He'd told Steve not to say a word about were he was.
Sandy hadn't been like that. She had been a polite and sophisticated, gorgeous girl. She never had to much make up on and she never wore anything that showed that much skin.
"Can I have a beer please?" Soda looked over to find out who the voice belonged to. A beautiful, full figured, slim, socy, well dressed woman had just sat down beside him. "Hi." She said when she noticed him staring, mouth wide open. He immediately clamped his mouth shut.
"What's your name?" "S…S…Sodapop." He stammered out. She giggled. "That's a very interesting name Sodapop." She said sipping her drink. "What's your name?" He asked. "Samantha." She said putting out her hand for him to shake.
He grinned that insane grin of his and took her hand, lifting it up to his lips and kissing it softly. She blushed. "It's very nice to meet you." He said. "Same to you." She smiled.
All of the sudden, just like that Soda's night got better. In fact it got great. He spent the rest of the time with her. They danced, they talked, they kissed… all lonely and miserable thoughts had exited Sodapop's mind for the time being and he hadn't been this happy in a while.
But… not all good things can last forever. "Soda." Steve yelled interrupting his pleasant conversation. "What?" he said a bit angrily. "It's 12:50. Didn't you say you had to be home by one?" "Oh yeah!" Soda jumped up.
"Oh, Samantha I'm sorry. I have to go. Do you need a ride or anything?" "No, thank you." She said. "I came with a friend of mine and she'll drive me home. She just
appears to be preoccupied at the moment."
Samantha looked over to the booths at the other side of the room at two lip locked people. "Oh, I see." Soda laughed following her gaze. "Ok, well I'll call you." He said patting his right pocket were he had put the number she'd written down for him. "All-right." She kissed him goodbye delicately and Steve dragged him out of their before he was even more tempted to stay.
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Darry had told him "Sodapop, you gotta let go of her. You can't hold onto her forever. It just wasn't meant to be, little buddy." He pushed the words out of his mind. He couldn't let her go. How can you let someone like Sandy go. The only answer Soda could think of to his question is that you couldn't.
The bus was taking to long and it was hard to sit still. He got up and began walking home. Suddenly Steve drove by in his truck.
"Hey Soda!" He yelled out the window.
Soda looked over surprised to see a young blond girl hanging on him.
"Oh, Hi." Soda said glumly.
"Come to the club with us tonight. We're gonna pick up some action."
"No thanks, Soda said. I'm kinda tired Stevie.
"Oh c'mon cutie." The girl said. "I'll introduce you to some of my friends."
Soda blushed slightly and considered it. It had been six months since Sandy left and he hadn't been with another girl ever since. He just didn't think he was ready yet but they wouldn't take no for an answer. "I dunno." Soda said.
"C'mon Soda." Steve persisted. "We'll meet you at nine at the corner of 4th St."
"Well… all-right." Soda gave in. "Great." Steve said. "See you then buddy." "Bye, sweetie." The girl yelled as they zoomed off.
Soda shook his head. He didn't really even wanna go. He hadn't been much of a party animal ever since… well he didn't like to think about the deaths of Johnny and Dally and how Sandy left.
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Soda got home several minutes later and walked in, kicking his shoes off and plopping down on the couch. "Darry I'm going out tonight, ok?" "Were?" Darry asked emerging from the kitchen, dish and rag in hand.
"Just out with some friends." Soda said quickly knowing that Darry wouldn't approve of that local club that had recently opened. "All-right, that's fine." Darry said. "Back by one, understood?" "Yeah, ok." Soda mumbled. He hated curfews.
Soda got up and went to his room. He fell down on his bed and reached over to set the alarm for eight thirty. It seemed like it had just been seconds before Soda was awoken by loud ringing of the medal noise maker. He reached over and hit the top of it.
Soda got ready and went out. "Bye!" He yelled as he walked out so his brothers would know he was leaving.
He slammed the door behind him and felt the cold night air brush over him.
Why had he agreed to come? He'd much rather be inside sleeping. Maybe it was because Steve kept bugging him to meet some different girls.
"You've got to try and let her go, Sodapop. You've just got to try." He had said. Soda didn't want to try and get over her he wanted to try and get her back.
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Sodapop waited impatiently at the corner of 4th St. Steve was late… as usual. Finally he saw the car pull up. Soda jumped in the back. Steve's new little lady had already occupied the front seat.
"Hey Soda!" Steve said pressing down on the gas pedal hard. "Hey." Soda said. "Some friends of mine are meeting us there." The hoochie blond girl said while smacking on gum and blowing monstrous bubbles that popped and splattered on her well made up face. "They're gonna loooooove you." She said giggling and putting the gum back in her mouth.
"Great." Soda said fighting back sarcasm. Hanging out with other girls had just been making him feel worse lately. Especially girls with beautiful blond hair and sparkling blue eyes… all of them which weren't named Sandy.
"I gotta be back by one, ok Steve?" Soda said. "Not a problem, buddy." Steve turned the radio on louder and swerved down the road.
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"What's your name." One of the blond girls friends coodled over Soda and another played with his hair. There are some disadvantages to being so good looking. You get any girl. Even the ones you don't want. "Uh, I have to go to the bathroom. I'll see ya'll in a bit." Soda said rescuing himself from the girls.
It had been an hour of sitting at the bar in the farthest corner there was. The club was a nice place but those girls made his skin crawl and he had been avoiding them. He'd told Steve not to say a word about were he was.
Sandy hadn't been like that. She had been a polite and sophisticated, gorgeous girl. She never had to much make up on and she never wore anything that showed that much skin.
"Can I have a beer please?" Soda looked over to find out who the voice belonged to. A beautiful, full figured, slim, socy, well dressed woman had just sat down beside him. "Hi." She said when she noticed him staring, mouth wide open. He immediately clamped his mouth shut.
"What's your name?" "S…S…Sodapop." He stammered out. She giggled. "That's a very interesting name Sodapop." She said sipping her drink. "What's your name?" He asked. "Samantha." She said putting out her hand for him to shake.
He grinned that insane grin of his and took her hand, lifting it up to his lips and kissing it softly. She blushed. "It's very nice to meet you." He said. "Same to you." She smiled.
All of the sudden, just like that Soda's night got better. In fact it got great. He spent the rest of the time with her. They danced, they talked, they kissed… all lonely and miserable thoughts had exited Sodapop's mind for the time being and he hadn't been this happy in a while.
But… not all good things can last forever. "Soda." Steve yelled interrupting his pleasant conversation. "What?" he said a bit angrily. "It's 12:50. Didn't you say you had to be home by one?" "Oh yeah!" Soda jumped up.
"Oh, Samantha I'm sorry. I have to go. Do you need a ride or anything?" "No, thank you." She said. "I came with a friend of mine and she'll drive me home. She just
appears to be preoccupied at the moment."
Samantha looked over to the booths at the other side of the room at two lip locked people. "Oh, I see." Soda laughed following her gaze. "Ok, well I'll call you." He said patting his right pocket were he had put the number she'd written down for him. "All-right." She kissed him goodbye delicately and Steve dragged him out of their before he was even more tempted to stay.
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