Something New

Soda's POV

The whole gang was sitting in our living room talkin' about the rodeo that was back in town. Dad use to take the whole gang to see it, even after Mom and Dad died we continued to go. Dally and I were the only ones who ever participated in it, but we all went to see it. Two-Bit and Steve were sittin' on the couch talkin' about different things that had happened at the rodeo. Like when me and Dal, both won at the rodeo a few years back and so on.

"Hey, Soda. Why don't you and I go down there and sign up?" Dally asked me giving me one his big reckless smiles.

"All right, sounds good to me," I said as I got up began to walk to the door.

"Soda, please think about it before you sign up for that mess again and make sure you get back before too long," I could hear Darry say to me as we walked out the door. Dally and I hopped into Buck's T-bird, which Dally had so called 'borrowed' again, and went on our way.

"So, what do you plan on riding this year, Soda? Please tell me not them same old saddle broncs again," Dally said giving me a look.

"There ain't nothin' wrong with ridin' broncs, Dal."

"No, I never said there was. But real men ride bulls." He never could let this go. Every year when the rodeo came to town, I always rode the saddle broncs and he always rode the bulls.

"Why do you ask me this every year?"

"Cause I know that sooner or later you'll get tired of it and give in," Dally said with a laugh.

"I can't. Darry would kill me if I rode one. He doesn't even want me to ride the broncs. It took a lot of persuasion on my part last night, just let me ride the broncs. And I don't want to look forward to get my hide tanned for it either."

"Oh, come on, Darry ain't that bad. Tell you what. I'll deal with Darry and you worry 'bout dealin' with that bull you're gonna git," Dally said with wolfish grin.

"All right, I give in. But only this time. Okay?"

"I hear ya. Don't worry you won't regret it. After one 8 seconds on a bull. You'll want to do it again and again."

"We'll see about that."

It wasn't long until we pulled into the rodeo's parking lot and went to sign up for this weekend's grand opening.

"Name and event, please?" the man at the check in counter asked us.

"Dallas Winston. Bull riding."

"Thank you. Here's your vest and number, you're to be here at 5:45 to draw your bull," the man said handing Dally the things he'd need.

"And you?"

"Sodapop Curtis. Bull riding," I said, waiting for the man to make a remark about my name, but it didn't come.

"Thank you. Here's your vest and number, you're to be here at 5:45 to draw your bull," the man said to me handing me my things, and giving me a polite nod.

"Well, we're all set for tomorrow and you're goin' to ride your first bull."

"Don't rub it in. Come on, we need to head back before too late or Darry'll have my hide."

We both jumped into the car and took off down the road. Dally was telling me about past rodeos he'd ridden in and about how to stay on.

"You gotta make sure that you keep your freehand up, cause if you touch the bull they stop the clock. And if you do get hung up, you've got to stay on your feet."

"What do you mean, hung up?"

"If you get thrown off away from your hand, sometimes your hand gets caught in the bull rope. All you gotta do is stay on your feet until the rodeo clowns get your hand out."

"Wait, are you telling me that my life would be in the hands of a clown! I can't believe I let you talk me into this. Has it happened to you before?"

"No, but I've seen it happen to other people. Don't worry Soda. Everything will be okay. You'll probably get a little bull anyway."

"You'd better hope so," I said as we pulled in front of the house and walked up to the door.

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I hope you like the idea. This chapter wasn't that good and rather short, but I promise it'll get better. It's hard to get it started and I know Soda's a bit out of character. And yes the book said that both Soda and Dally did rodeo. That is how I got the idea. Plus sometimes I watch the PBR (Professional Bull Riding). Also a side note due to my last story. Not everything has to be real, if you don't like it, don't review it unless you got constructive critism, it's a very simple solution, use it. So please review and thanks for reading.