2014:
The Tulsa heat was strong on his old, wrinkled skin. The light from the sun bringing forth his aged features: premature wrinkles from riding too many rodeos shirtless with no protection, discoloration along his face from too many days helping his brother lug roofin' equipment, scars from his not-so-tough nights and his war times, and of course the miscellaneous scattering of his cuts and bruises from who knows what.
He wasn't too old now, but he was a grandfather. He wasn't old enough for a home, but old enough to get the senior citizen discount at the diner. He still worked full-time, racking in as many years before they force him to retire. His dark golden hair now turning to a light grey, but his dark brown eyes still danced with recklessness. His arthritis and his slight limp might portray his age, but he still tried acting as wild and crazy as his friends did back then. He was old, but he was still the Sodapop Patrick Curtis that everyone knew around town.
He never left the small town. Ended up leaving DX, between jobs with his brother, and then settled at a ranch. He had a couple of kids, settled down, and even bought a farm house, got his own horses, and started giving lessons for money.. He never got to see the town he knew change, though. He left for the army when he turned 18 and when he came back at the end of his tour, no one cared about what social class you were in. Sure, they never got 100% along, but it was sure a way from what they were used to.
His thoughts were cut short when he heard the front porch slam shut and the sounds of little feet running on his farmer's porch. Then, he was attacked from behind with a giant hug while he flipped the little boy over his shoulder while he pretends to beat him up.
"Darryl what on earth do you think you're doin?!" He yelled at the six year old, who was laughing so hard Soda was almost sure he was going to pee his pants.
The front door opened again and footsteps were heard again, this time, owned by the older boy in his early thirties. He was the youngest of the children, but the most successful. While his older brothers were construction workers and his sister a teacher, Jagger became an attorney for the state, and a damn good one at that.
"Dad, look what I found! Mom brought over the old trunk because Abbey wanted to see old pictures and this was tucked away." Jagg said, handing over a now yellow and worn piece of paper. The words were faded, but the smile that sat on Soda's face made the old memory far from faded.
Soda started laughing uncontrollably, Darryl confused as all hell. Abbey and Dre came to the door asking what happened. Soda shrugged them off and put his arm around Jagg. "See there's something that you need to know." He said, turning back to Dre and flashing the same smile not only did Soda have, but what Jagg and Darryl also had. "Your mother was and still is the most stubborn person I have ever met in my life."
OOC:This is my first story on FanFiction, and I'm writing it about the one and only Sodapop Curtis :) The story is based on a singer named Front Porch Step, but mainly on his song Aware. Please read and review!
