New Story. This came to me in very short amount of time and didn't take long to write. It's just a bunch of one shots inspired by songs about Sodapop and Sandy, as their love was anything but innocent, and they were anything but angels. I really just wanted to write angsty love stories, and portray Soda in ways he's not often portrayed. The song title comes from the song The Mortician's Daughter by the band Black Veil Brides.

Disclaimer: All songs, characters, and even the title are not owned by me. The characters are owned by S.E Hinton, the song( in this chapter) is owned by Drake Bell and the title is owned by Andy Six.

The first time I saw you
I thought you were barefoot
Your hair was pulled back, your jelly shoes, I was wondering if I should
lie
About my age

-Fallen For you

-Drake Bell

The summer before high school started everything was changing. My oldest brother Darry just finished high school and he was about to go to college soon, and my youngest brother Ponyboy got bumped up a grade and would be starting junior high in the fall.

For me, the changes were more physically than anything else. It was the year my dad said I was officially a man, and the year my mom stopped giving me child-like punishments.

It was also the year I fell in love.

At the time, we had this tradition where my family would go to the lake one day a summer for a picnic. Dad would use his vacation time, and Mom would prep for days everyone's favorite sandwiches. Our parents called it Family Day, and it was a day where we had to be together as family and a family only.

At that time, I could think of a million places I'd rather be than with my family. My friend Steve met these two girls at the park the other day, and we decided that today was going to be the day we were going to ask the Wagner twins out for Cokes.

These girls were pretty, and Steve and I both wanted to get to know them real good if you know what I mean. But no, the one day I wanted to hang loose with my buddies was the day Dad announced he had off and was Family Day.

The car ride to the lake was the most long, dreadful ride I could imagine. I was stuck between Darry and Ponyboy in the middle of the back seat, even though I could hardly move. Ponyboy claimed he had to have a window seat because he got car sick easily and claimed watching the road calmed him down.

Of course, Mom let him have it anyway. Ponyboy could get away with murder and Mom wouldn't scold him. She says he has a different view on the world and that we should encourage his creativity. What that has to do with the window seat, I'll never know.

We arrived to the lake around lunchtime and directly after we ate Dad and Darry pulled out the football and started to toss the ball back and forth. We can't pay for Darry's school, so he's been training extra hard in hopes he can get a football scholarship for a school around here.

As soon as the football came out, Mom and Ponyboy went for a walk together. I got invited, but all Mom and Pony talk about on walks are nature and art: things I can't really understand as well as they do.

Waiting for the day to be over, I just sat on my the towel watching everything when I heard a voice call out to me.

"Heads up!" The voice cried out as a ping pong ball came my way, hitting me in the head. The person playing with the ball came over to me, and grinned apologetically. "I'm sorry. The wind, it took the ball of course. Are you hurt?" she asked.

I rubbed at the spot it hit me. It didn't hurt much at all. "Nope. My brother's done worse."

"Well good," she said to me. Her voice sounded so sweet and heavenly, and suddenly the twins didn't seem as great.

"My name's Sandra; Sandra Dean, but my friends call me Sandy." The girl smiled at me, her china blue eyes lighting up as she did so.

"Sodapop Curtis," I told her, reaching my hand out for her to shake.

"Really? That's a unique name," she chuckled and I felt myself go red. For once in my life, I was wishing my parents gave me a normal name.

"Yep. I got a little brother name Ponyboy, too. "

She laughed and I felt my cheeks redden again. She was really pretty with her bright China blue eyes and long blond hair. She was wearing a swim suit that fit her in all the right places and made me feel ways I've never felt before.

"Do you want to play paddle ball with me, Sodapop Curtis?" She asked.

I nodded too mesmerized with her voice. It was so pretty, I'm pretty sure that's how angels sounded.

I picked the ball up from the sand and went to a clear section to start playing with her. We played a few rounds until the wind blew the ball into the water, and we both went to retrieve it. She started wading into the water gently obviously trying to stay as dry as possible when both our hands reached for the ball at the same time.

I playfully splashed her waist to get her wet when she splashed back. Splash turned to splash and before I knew it we were both soaking wet, but her hair was still dry. Wanting to fix that, I snuck up behind her and picked her up playfully.

She started shrieking and screaming. "Sodapop Curtis, put me down! Don't get my hair wet; it took me hours to set!"

Not listening, I dunked her under, and she came up laughing so hard she snorted. Her wet hair clung to her face even though it was pulled back. She pulled the wet hair off her face and gazed into my eyes before we collided into a kiss.

Having to leave that night was ten times worse than the feeling I had when I came here this morning. Right before getting into my dad's truck to leave, she came running over to me.

"Sodapop! Sodapop Curtis!"

Dad gave a small smile at my beach fling, and let me say goodbye to the girl I was going to leave.

"Here. I want you to call me sometime. "She scratched a number onto my hand with a pen and kissed my cheek.

"How cute is that?" Mom gushed as I got into the car. "Isn't that adorable, Darrel?" she sighed to Dad as he pulled onto the main road.

I didn't hear the rest of their conversation; I was too busy staring out the window.

Major props to anyone who knows the connection between the last name "Dean" and the song The Morticians Daughter.(Yes, there is a connection ;D ) If you get this, then you really are worthy of a dedication or something.

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