Okay here's the first chapter, I don't really like Steve so I was getting him out of the way first :) I'm evil I know. Enjoy the chapter and tell me who you want to see in the next chapter, it's up to you :)
Thanks to AvengerOfLove for sitting with me going through the chapter and telling me where I could fix it, and to Oswald Pepperpot for being a secondary beta
Steve Randal, age 17. His gun was pointed towards Dally and Darry's gun was pointed at his own head. Even in the darkness of the situation he couldn't help but think about how his life had been up to now.
Steve was 5, it was his first day of school.
He was standing alone in the vast playground. Every other kid had already found friends, most had been to kindergarten together, but Steve had just moved house and school. Steve stood looking for somebody he could play with but everybody seemed to be to engrossed in their own friends to have time for the new kid.
So Steve went and sat at the edge of the playground on his own playing with the toy car his dad had bought him. He was happily playing by his self when a shadow fell across him, Steve looked up.
A boy was standing over him, he was the same age as himself with floppy blonde hair and brown eyes. He was smiling at Steve with the gap in his front teeth.
"Nice toy, can I play too?" the boy asked
"Er, okay. I'm Steve." Steve said as the boy sat down next to him
"I'm Sodapop." the boy said
Steve grinned at his new friend, that was the day he met Sodapop Curtis and the day they became friends.
Steve was 9, it was a funeral.
He stood, his dad's arm around his small shoulders. For a nine year old Steve was surprisingly sarcastic but today he was silent. Along with everybody else he stood in silence looking at the mahogany casket. His mother lay in the soft layers of purple silk. Soda stood by his friend blinking away tears.
Sniff and quiet sobs could be heard as people tried to control themselves for the sake of Steve and his dad Frank. As the rest of the mourners disbanded Steve and Frank waited until everybody else was gone. Steve went over to his mothers gave and sat by the freshly dug ground.
"Bye mama, I love you." Steve whispered so quietly so his dad didn't hear him
Then Frank came over and knelt by his son who stood up. He walked a little away so his dad could say the final goodbyes alone, tears that had threatened to spill that entire day rolled down his cheeks, even at 9 he knew his mama was never coming back. That was one of Steve's most painful memories.
Steve was 12 and at a hospital.
He grinned at Soda who was laughing slightly. A stern Mary-Anne Curtis stood looking at her son and Steve.
"It was a silly thing to do boys." Mary-Anne said
"I know Mama, I'm sorry." Soda said looking at his shoes
Steve remained silent, he knew he shouldn't have climbed the tree, but it had been fun. He had got the the top and could see for miles, it was when he was climbing back down he slipped and fell onto his arm.
"I'm sorry Mrs. Curtis." Steve said
He watched as his arm was wrapped in plaster cast, it was hurting quite a lot. That was Steve's first taste of proper pain and not just rough and tumble pain like falling over.
Steve was 14, he was at the garage with his dad.
"What are we doing here dad?" Steve asked
"Fixing up the car." Frank replied
Steve watched as his dad fixed up the car, he was actually interested in what was going on, where everything went, how it all fitted together. It was something that looked as though he could enjoy.
Getting dirty with the cars. It was another 2 years before Steve knew everything about cars, that was his first memory of working with cars. That was his favourite memory with his dad.
Ordered to pull the triggers, Steve listened to the sound of the guns being cocked then...nothing.
Darry had killed Steve.
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