Yes, my sister and I celebrate birthday's of celebrities and book characters and such if we know their birthdays. We celebrated Soda's by putting a candle in a cupcake we made and singing to a can of Pepsi... ya know, Pepsi-Cola? Haha. Yeah. Since we don't have a random alter for Sodapop to sing to, we sang to a can of soda. Which I drank afterwards. xD

Hee hee! So, this is a take on what would happen if the gang were actually there. 700 words to many for a true drabble.

Either way, Happy Birthday Sodapop Curtis. We don't mind that technically, you're older than my father. In the book and our minds, you'll always be that handsome teenager.

My sister and I always have a special tradition.

"Happy Birthday to you!"

We believe we should celebrate every person's birthday. That we know anyway.

"Happy Birthday to you!"

Whether they're real or not...

"Happy Birthday dear Sodapop!"

They still need that special day. That special birthday song and dance and a few candles stuck in sugary goodness. Of course, we have to get them to our house first.

"Happy Birthday to you!"

"Can I leave now?"

"Nope!"

"Feliz cumpleanos a ti!"

You may be wondering, why on Earth are we torturing a poor teen-age boy on his special day? Why is he in a place he so clearly wants to leave? Well, my sister isn't the best singer in the world... or dancer. And he'd probably be happier celebrating this day with his family and friends.

But we're his friends, so don't worry.

"Shut up! Just let him blow out the candles so we can eat the cake!"

"...Steve, when it's your birthday, you can tell us what to do, but today is my special person's birthday," My sister cooed, wrapping her arms around Soda's neck and cuddling against him. Soda didn't seem to be any happier.

"I'm with Steve, can we hurry up?" Pony said, his voice on the edge of a whine. I frowned at him and finished the birthday song in spanish faster than I had too.

"Blow out the-"

"Wait! There's a rule! No hands in the cake! You're gonna cut it like civilized people," My sister said sternly. She didn't like when people snuck tastes of the frosting with their fingers, since it was 'gross' according to her. The rest of us groaned and agreed. Mind you, our fingers were crossed, a rule that anyone under twenty must abide by.

Soda blew out his candles and surprisingly, we waited while Brandi cut the first piece. She set it on a plate and moved on to the next one. I picked up the plate, much to Soda's disappointment and grinned.

What's a birthday without a cake to the face, after all? And backed up with this notion, I picked up the piece and got him good. And, oh, was I proud, until it back fired and he got me back. I suppose if I hadn't started the fight, we wouldn't be getting a lecture from Darry and my younger sister, who was only upset because the floors were dirty... again. After she had just cleaned them that day.

Like we were listening. I was just scooping cake off of Johnny's face with my finger and eating it, blissfully unaware of the words being tossed at me. Ones I should have been taking into deep consideration. So says Darry.

"Hm, this is tasty."

"You ruined the cake."

"What're you talking about? It tastes fine," I said casually, licking more frosting off of my finger and looking at my sister.

"But it doesn't look pretty anymore," She whined.

"...No, no it doesn't," I agreed. "But I had fun."

"So did I," Soda agreed, following my lead and scooping the cake off of his own face. I smiled and lay across Dally, Johnny and Ponyboy. Dally glared at me, but I didn't care. I usually didn't care about what he had to say (or do) anymore.

"Mission accomplished. Soda has had a Very Merry Birthday. Even though we all forgot to actually get him presents."

"...Wait, what?"

"...Nothing. You're silly Soda," I said, laughing.

"No he ain't. We forgot it was his birthday, big deal. I forgot it was yours too," Dally snapped.

"...You forgot his birthday, not me! I was the only one who remembered," I protested.

"So you should be the only one with a gift," Dally countered. Crap.

"I did give him a gift. The gift of a cake in the face. And... and...uhm... a little girl's giggles," I said, giggling. Loudly... and in a rather annoying manner, until Brandi punched me in the arm.

"You're such an angry person. You and Dally should go to anger management together."

"I thought we were supposed to be celebrating my birthday..." Soda said, though his voice was drowned out by the yelling and fighting. Poor Soda. Sure, we remembered (at the last the minute) and we made him a cake (which I shoved in his face) and we even sang for him (horribly mind you). Surely, that was a happy birthday! But then we didn't have any presents (oops) and we completely ignored him and began fighting (my sister and I were teaming against Dally, and by God, I was going to beat Elf Boy's ass) and eventually, he felt very sad.

So, we ruined his birthday...

But, he can always ruin mine, when it comes around again. Or even Brandi's, once spring comes by. Or, since this whole thing is Dally's fault (because I said so), he can totally ruin his birthday! And I'll gladly help him, because that would bring me great joy. As long as we don't scuff the floors (Brandi will beat us with a broom if we do).

If I'm suddenly possessed by an urge, I'll do Dally's when his birthday comes around. But this is a stand alone thing. There won't be chapters. If you didn't know, my birthday was October first (as was Artemis Rex wish us a be-lated one if you didn't already). Oh and wish Marauder a happy be-lated birthday if you didn't wish her one on her special day...which was two days ago.