This was inspired by Taylor Swift's song: The Story of Us. When I listened to it, I thought of Steve and Evie for some odd reason haha. Hope y'all enjoy! Read and Review! I do not own The Outsiders Characters: Steve, Evie or anybody else I use. Only S. does or Taylor Swift's song. There will be 2 or 3 parts to the story since I didn't want it to be supper long.
I used to think one day we'd tell the story of us
How we met and the sparks flew instantly
People would say they're the lucky ones
I'd always think I'd get to tell my children how I met my husband, or maybe my husband and I would get to tell our children of how we met. But that was never an occurrence that was going to happen. The day I, Evelyn Jones met Steve Randle, things really changed. Steve was really something; he wasn't an ordinary greaser. I remembered meeting him at the gas station, the DX.
"Come on Evie!" my friend Sandy yelled excitedly at me. I sighed and got out of the car and looked at the gas station. We had come here to see her boyfriend, Sodapop or Soda, whatever his name was. It was some weird name. I followed her into the gas station and saw two guys fooling around. They both turned to look at us.
"Hey Evie, Hey Sandy," Soda said, scooping Sandy up in his arms for a kiss. I looked away, being an awkward moment but looked at the other guy. He had swirly black hair, greenish looking eyes that were cold and blue looking and he was tuff looking.
"H-Hi." I said shyly. He smirked.
"Hey, what's your name?" he asked making conversation. I smiled slightly and leaned against the counter next to him.
"Evelyn or Evie, you can call me. Yours?" I asked nonchalantly the best I could manage. He chuckled deeply and half smiled a bit.
"Steve Randle." He said. He then turned a bit and took a ripped piece of paper he found on the counter and a pen and scribbled something down on it. It was his number.
"Call me sometime." He said and smiled at me before heading to the garage. I blushed deeply but smiled.
I definitely was planning on calling Steve Randle, for I had a good feeling about him…
I used to know my spot was next to you
Now I'm searching the room for an empty seat
'Cause lately I don't even know what page you're on
Steve and I clicked instantly. We went to a few outings before we started dating. We got along, maybe had a few fights but we were a great couple. He could be romantic at times it made me laugh how cheesy he was. But then he started to change a bit after his two friends, Dallas and Johnny died, and for another reason too, and I finally figured out why.
He was getting drafted to the war.
"No!" I cried onto his shoulder, my makeup getting ruined. He held me close and the two months before he was drafted he gave me a going away present. But since my going away present, I had started feeling sick. I had gone to the doctors and asked if I was pregnant. I prayed I wasn't. My parents would kick me out, I wouldn't be able to afford a child or children if I had twins (hopefully that wasn't the case) and I would die out on the streets.
"Yes ma'm you are pregnant." The doctor looked at me disapprovingly and I cried for a very long time.
"How am I gonna tell Steve?" I bawled to Sandy one night while we were at a sleepover. Sandy frowned and sighed. She had come to visit me without Soda's knowing and patted my shoulder.
"We'll figure a way Evie. Don't worry." She said. I only cried more and bawled myself to sleep that night.
Oh, a simple complication
Miscommunications lead to fallout
So many things that I wish you knew
So many walls up, I can't break through
Now I'm standing alone in a crowded room
And we're not speaking
And I'm dying to know, is it killing you
Like it's killing me
"Okay, okay I can do this." I breathed in and out as I walked past the gate of The Curtis's house. I had to tell Steve before he left for war.
War.
"Hey Evie!" Two bit, Soda and Ponyboy greeted me with some enthusiasm. I smiled weakly and walked on in, looking for Steve and saw him walk from the kitchen. He looked surprised to see me here.
"Evie?" he asked surprised. I nodded swallowing hard.
"Hey Steve. Can I speak to you in the kitchen?" I asked and the guys glanced between us. I reassured them.
"It's okay, I promise." I lied but it wasn't okay. They had grimaces and turned back to what they were doing while I tugged Steve into the small kitchen.
"What is it Evie? Is something wrong?" he asked his voice straining with a bit of stress. My breaths were coming in and out fast, forcing myself to tell him. If I told him my life would be over. Our relationship would be over. He would hate me and never talk to me again.
"Steve, ever since you know that going away present, well I've been feeling funny." I started out quietly and he looked at me funny and leaned against the counter.
"What do you mean feeling funny?" he asked suspiciously. Tears brimmed my eyelids and I bursted out without meaning to
"I'm pregnant okay!" silence fell even around the house. I guess I said it a little louder than I intended too. Steve's face fell into shock and he clenched onto the counter.
"P-Pregnant?" he whispered and shook his head. He started to mutter some incoherent things underneath his breaths and I sighed.
"Look Steve, are you willing t-to be a father or are you wanting to get rid of this baby?" I asked, praying he didn't say abortion. He looked at me harshly his eyes glazing like ice.
"I'm sorry Evie but we can't keep the baby. I'm only seventeen. I sure as hell aint ready to be a father, yet." He said harshly yet softly. I bit my bottom lip and tried not to cry. I wanted to keep him or her or them. I could have had twins. It was a possibility.
"B-but I want to keep him or her! What if I want to be a mother?" I shouted a bit louder at him. Steve shushed me.
"No! Evie for god sakes you're only 17 f-ing years old! When you're 25 you'll be ready for motherhood right now you aren't!" that ticked me off.
"If I'm ready for motherhood, I'm ready for motherhood. Don't you so as much think you know if I am or not." I hissed angrily. Steve's face burned with a slight red of anger.
"Fine, whatever Evie. But we're through. I don't want nothing to have to deal with the little…imps that come out of you!" he yelled and I burst out with a sob as I stormed out angrily of the Curtis home, never to return again.
I don't know what to say since a twist of fate
When it all broke down
And the story of us looks a lot like a tragedy now
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