This is my first fanfiction and so I really hope you guys will review and I will try my best to satisfy your requests in the reviews.
I do not own the outsiders.
She was standing right there. Right in front of our door in the pouring rain, soaked. Like she was straight out of a movie. Her face was sad and red, and her hair was dripping everywhere. The pink leather jacket that Soda had bought her was caked in thick dark mud. That jacket was her world. Her dark navy blue rolled jeans were wet and covered with dirt like a pastry with flour.
Darry had opened the door when she knocked. Now she was just standing there at our door staring sadly into our living room. I could almost hear her heart breaking into a million pieces, god knows what her "friends" said to her this time. My first reaction was to run to the bathroom and get her a towel, which I did. I came back and she was standing in the living room staring at the hardwood floor. I thought of when I had asked Soda what it was like to love Sandy. He had told me that it was great most of the time. I believed him too. Her long curly brown hair was always perfect even now. But her long brown hair wasn't long now. Now it was. . short and raggedly cut. Her eyes were the bluest blue anyone had ever seen. Soda and her should be a celebrity couple if they weren't stuck on our side of town. She wrapped herself in the towel and sat on the couch. Darry sat next to her.
"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked sympathetically.
"Where's Soda?" she asked ignoring his question.
"He should be home real soon." Just as Darry said that Soda came walking up to the door laughing with Steve and Two-Bit. Soda walked in backwards trying to talk to Steve about a car that he was working on that day. He turned and saw her sitting on the couch.
"Sandy?! Sandy what are you doing here?!" He sat next to her. Steve and Two-bit stood in front of the T.V.
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