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"Thanks Soda, you're funny too."
He smiled, "I ain't trying to be."
"Well maybe you should try to be." I suggest, half serious, half silly.
"Maybe I should." He pauses for a moment, "So why didn't you stay and hang out with us?"
"I told you Dallas was obsessing over my black eye."
He laughs, "You're kidding right?"
"No I'm not."
"You're gonna let one idiot greaser who won't mind his own business ruin your night."
"Well," I say, unsure of how to respond, "I'm not spending my evening with him, that don't make it ruined."
"Let's go to the movies on our own."
"Sure, why not?"
"I'm just gonna let Darry know what's up, there's a payphone at the store up ahead."
Once Soda is done checking with Darry he get's back in the car and we drive to the theater. We end up going to see some western. Soda gets fidgety about thirty minutes in.
"Hey," I whisper in his ear, "We don't have to stay for the whole movie."
"Thank you," he whispers back.
We walk out of the movie theater and get back into the car.
"So what do you want to do?" I ask.
"Shit! I forgot!" he exclaims, "I gotta bake a cake for our breakfast tomorrow. I need to start that as soon as I get home."
"Well I'll help," I offer.
"Thanks."
When we get to the Curtis house he pulls out at chocolate cake recipe. "I get the flour and dry ingredients, you can get the butter and stuff, okay?"
"Sure."
An hour and a half later the cake was cooling down on the counter and Soda and I were in the living room hanging out. "I'm gonna get something to drink. You want anything? We've got beer if Two-Bit hasn't cleaned us out all ready."
"I'm not a beer kinda girl. I don't drink."
"Neither do I." He smiles, "Thought I was the only one. Pepsi?"
"Sure."
He hands me a bottle and gets one for himself.
"So I know I'm not supposed to ask but I guess its like Pandora's box. How did you get that black eye?"
"I still don't want to talk about it."
"Well I'll tell you two things. One it's no secret some of my gang don't have the best home lives, Johnny in particular. None of us take it as a sign of weakness; we take it as a sign of having shitty parents. Two, that door," he points to the back door, "Is always open. We never lock it and we never will. If you ever need to crash come here."
"Thanks, I'll keep that in mind."
"I'm serious."
"I know."
"You call me, anytime, I'll come get you. I mean it."
"Okay."
We sit there in awkward silence for a moment but then the door bursts open and a bunch of guys come in.
"Hey Soda," one guy yells, "Got any beer?"
"Don't give him any Soda." Another guy says, putting his arm around the first guy's shoulder, "I'm cutting you off."
"So Soda," yet another guy says, "What did you get up to tonight?"
"Just hung out with Tessa." To me he says, "Tessa this is Steve, the drunk one's Two-Bit, that one's my brother Darry, next to him is my other brother Ponyboy, the kid next to him is Johnny, and well you know Dally."
"Yeah, I know Dally. Can I go home now?"
They all look at me for a second then the tall one, Darry, answers me, "Of course, I'll drive you."
We head outside; as we walk to the car I overhear Soda and Dally talking.
"How did you guys get along?" Dally asks.
"We got along fine until I asked 'bout the black eye."
"I told you man."
Darry interrupts my eavesdropping, "Ready to go Winston?"
"Yeah," I say.
"Dallas means well you know."
"I know," I say.
He drives me home. When we get to my house he turns to me, "Listen admitting that you have problems doesn't show that you're weak, it shows you're strong enough to deal with the problems."
"Thank you." I say, "Goodnight."