Sodapop
Patrick Curtis was only 17years old in The Outsiders. He had lived
his whole life on the north side of Tulsa, Oklahoma and grown up a
greaser. His parents had died in a tragic accident almost a year
before and he was left to be raised with his three-year younger
brother, Ponyboy Michael Curtis, by his three-year older brother,
Darrel Shaynne Curtis.
Despite this, his eyes still held a
reckless, free, wild, dancing look, but could turn mean, tough and
cold in an instant.
Soda loved both his brothers more than
anything.
He also grew up with four other greasers - Dallas
Winston, Johnny Cade, Steve Randle and Two-Bit (Keith)
Matthews.
Steve was Soda's best buddy. They did everything
together - they even worked at the same DX gas station.
If you
read or saw the movie The Outsiders, you will know that Dally and
Johnny both tragically died.
If you didn't read it or see the
movie - then i'm sorry i ruined it for you...
Ok then, my story
takes place four years after the original story.
That
means...
Darry is 24;
Soda is 20 going on 21;
Pony is
18;
Steve is 21;
Two-Bit is 22.
Savvy?
Oh yeah, and Dally
and Johnny are still dead. SORRY!!
Ponyboy had a massive
graduation party (well, as massive as you can have being a greaser)
and Soda met a very nice girl there.
Chapter
one
Soda
had just finished work at
the DX gas station and was on his way home. He usually wouldn't walk
home because it wasn't safe for a greaser to walk alone at night in
this neighborhood, but Steve - his best buddy - hadn't been at work
that day, and Soda didn't have his own car. So he walked home
alone.
He heard footsteps behind him and began to get worried. He
wasn't too fast a runner and never carried a switchblade.
The
footsteps got closer.
Soda shoved his hands in his pockets and
slouched as he walked. The wind blew against the collar on his DX
shirt and he occassionally had to grab at his DX cap to make sure it
didn't fly off his head.
He walked faster, keeping his eyes and
ears sharp.
As the footsteps approached him, he began to scan the
ground for a makeshift weapon - a broken bottle, a piece of glass, a
pipe, anything.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, a hand grabs Soda's arm.
Instinctively, Soda spins around, fist ready to punch whoever is
trying to jump him.
To his surprise, Soda sees a beautiful young
girl standing there. She looks to be around eighteen years old. She
has long brown hair and big blue eyes.
Soda sighs with
relief.
"Niki, you shouldn't creep up on me like that."
He says.
"Scared?" Niki asks, smiling at Soda.
Soda
grins and puts his arm around her.
"Of you?" He asks.
"Not in a million years."
Niki laughs and they both walk
toward the Curtis' house.
When Soda and Niki walk into the Curtis'
house, they find Darry already home, about to serve
dinner.
"Ponyboy!" Darry yells, then mutters to himself.
"What is that boy doin' now?"
"Hey, Darry."
Soda says and immediately helps to set the table.
"Hey, Soda,
Niki." Darry says, then yells again. "Ponyboy, get out here
now!"
A door opens and a second later a sleepy looking
Ponyboy emerges. "What?" He asks.
"Help set the
table." Darry intructs him. "Your dinner's goin' to be
burnt."
Pony sighs and rolls his eyes at Darry, but helps
Soda to set the table, adding an extra place for Niki. Darry sets the
food down and everyone sits to eat.
The moment the dishes are
cleared away and Soda and Pony have finished in the kitchen, Steve
and Two-Bit come walking in through the front door, as though they
had it timed.
Two-Bit heads straight for the fridge and grabs
himself a bottle of beer. Steve takes a slice of cake from the table.
"Okay, I'm going to work. Don't mess the place up."
Darry says.
"Alright, party time!" Steve announces and
recieves a hard stare from Darry that makes him add, "I was
kiddin'."