Hey guys! So as anyone who knows me knows...I LOVE CHRISTMAS! I obsess over it majorly...like, you guys should see my room during December...it looks like the North Pole threw up all over it. lol So here's an Outsiders Christmas two-shot fic for you all...ENJOY, LAUGH A LOT, AND HAVE A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS SEASON!

~Rosey

ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS IS SODA

PART ONE: SHMIRKLE AND DURKLE

'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the Curtis house, not a creature was stirring...except Sodapop.

Sodapop Curtis lay sprawled out on the couch, a glass of milk in one hand and a cookie in the other. A drunken Two-Bit had come by earlier and demanded Darry put out a plate of cookies and a jar of milk for Santa, but after he left Soda just took the milk and cookies for himself. Now Darry and Ponyboy were konked out in their rooms and a bored and slightly hyper Soda was finishing off the last of his milk and cookie.

When he was done eating said snackage, he got to his feet and walked over to the tree Darry had set up a few weeks ago. Shiny ornaments hung from the branches and he doinked one with his finger. He then doinked another. Soon, all the ornaments became his own personal concert of clinking glass balls. But this only amused him for so long before he flopped down in front of the tree and stared at the presents under it, wishing he had X-Ray vision where he could see inside.

Suddenly, he heard a scruffling sound inside the chimney. He gasped and got to his feet, watching tiny flakes of ash fall to the ground from inside. "OH MY HORSIE IT'S SANTA CLAUS!" he yelped, jumping up and down like a kid on Christmas. Which he was. If you consider a seventeen year old a kid. I guess the sugar in the cookies got him kinda...boooinggg.

Just as Soda realized it was probably a bad idea to eat Santa's snack since the jolly old man was apparently real, there came a loud thump from the bottom of the fireplace. And it wasn't Santa. It was elves.

I'm sorry. You don't believe me? Would I lie to you? No, I would not. There were elves in Soda's fireplace.

There were two of them, both about three feet high. They were both girls, and both appeared to be about eleven. They had curly red hair and wore your traditional elf clothes: all red and green.

Soda just stood there, his jaw dropped practically to the floor. Finally he said "Oh my gosh I've finally lost it."

"OH MY GOSH IT'S HIM!" the two little elves shouted in high pitched squeals. And they ran over to Soda and knocked him down on the floor with shocking strength.

"GET OFF ME YOU LITTLE KIDDIES!" Soda yelped, as any person would when knocked to the floor by two crazy elves.

"Kiddies?" one of the elves stood on Soda's stomach and crossed her arms. "We're five thousand years old!"

"Time has been nice to you," Soda raised an eye brow. This caused the elves to go into a giggle fit...who wouldn't when a movie-star handsome Sodapop complimented-ish you?

"Mr. Sodapop Curtis," one of the elves began. "I'm Shmirkle and this is Durkle and we are here to make a Christmas wish come true!"

"I'm getting Mickey Mouse back?" Soda's eyes got all wide and glitterly with hope.

"Not your wish, Wonderboy," Shmirkle humphed. "Rosebud's!"

"Who's Rosebud?" Soda questioned, wishing he could get up. But Shmirkle and Durkle were still sitting on top of him.

"Your biggest fan!" Durkle replied, jumping up and down.

"You're on my spleen!" Soda yelped.

"I think we're actually jumping on your liver," Shmirkle corrected him.

"I DON'T CARE WHAT IT IS IT HURTS!" Soda whined.

"Sorry," Durkle stopped jumping on whatever internal organ she was jumping on and sat down. "So are you coming? You're going to be Rosebud's Christmas gift!"

"I'd rather not. I think I'm going to have to have a spleendectimy now," Soda groaned.

"You can have one when you get there," Shmirkle said as she suddenly pulled out a huge box from her back pocket. "Now get inside the box."

"I will not!" Soda humphed. "I'm not some kind of Sale's Rack toy you can just buy and throw in a box!"

"If you don't get in the box we'll have to force ya," Durkle pushed up her sleeves.

"Oooh I'm so scared of two little elves putting me inside a-"

But he never got to finish as a giant candy cane whopped him in the head and he passed out cold.

Soooo...yes. There's part one. lol This idea just hit me and I HAD to write it! Hehehe

So now I'm off to write part two! And you're off to

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~Rosey