Yay! More ideas. I just had to go ahead and write this down. I may not update until I finish Win or Lose, my other story.
Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders
When I got home late in the evening after track practice, I was surprised to find Soda smoking on the front porch. The last time I saw him smoking was after Johnny and Dally's funeral. Actually, it was the day Sandy left for Flordia a week ago. I was sorrt of worried. "Hey, Soda," I called. "Everything all right?"
"Yeah," he sighed. "Actually, Pony, no. Everything ain't all right."
"Why?" I asked, surprised. I thought everything ended a week ago, when Soda came home with tears running down his red, stressed face. Crying about Sandy, and how she left him for someone else, how she didn't really love him. Cheater.
"It's about Sandy." Oh, great. "She," Soda sighed and looked at the ground. He took a long drag on his cigarette and looked me dead in the eye, then sighed again. "Ponyboy, I-I don't know how to say this-"
"Hey, everyone!" Two-bit yelled happily as he climbed the stairs, Steve following. "Guess who I saw today."
"Can you figure it out? 'Cause I ain't had no luck." Steve griped, glaring at Two-bit.
"You'll never guess!" Two-bit said.
"Uh, the president," I guessed. Two-bit shook his head, along with Steve.
"Done said that," Steve said. "Hey! I know who it was! It was your third girl, Two-bit. 'Member?"
"Oh, yeah! I remember her, but no. Ain't her, either. Is a girl, though."
Soda sighed and looked at Two-bit. "I know. It's Sandy, ain't it?"
"Ding, ding, ding!" He said happily. "How'd you know, Soda? I thought if you guessed her, you'd be daydreamin' or somethin'."
"I saw her today. She came to the DX before school, where, I guess, you saw her." Soda replied. Two-bit nodded.
"Uh-huh. Saw her in class. Didn't talk to her, though."
"Oh," Soda seemed to be holding his breath, "So, you don't know? Any of ya'll?" Two-bit cocked an eyebrow and shook his head. Steve and I just looked plain confused.
"Don't know what?"
We all turned around to face Darry. "Home a little late, Darry. You're usually here by the time I finish track." I told him to break the silence.
"Yeah, I had to walk. Truck's at the DX, Soda, think ya'll can fix it up?"
"Sure thing," Steve answered. He turned back to Soda, along with everyone else.
"What were you saying, Soda?" Darry asked.
"Guys, I don't know how to tell you this. I didn't even believe it at first, but you gotta promise you'll believe me, all right?"
"Of course, Sodapop." Darry said.
"I thought you said it was about Sandy." I said. "The baby is yours? Never was a baby? What?" I was confused, and I wanted answers.
Soda let his cigarette fall to the ground before stepping on it. He sighed. "Sandy was raped."
I got the idea for this story while watching The Pregnancy Project. (Awesome movie) She was doing a project, and ended up being on stereo-types. Kind of like The Outsiders. You have the greasers and Socs and stuff. So I was thinking of Sandy and somehow this popped into my head.
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