"What's wrong buddy." Steve asked later that morning at the DX.
"Huh?" Soda asked looking up from his magazine. "Oh, nothin. Were do you think I ought to take Samantha tonight? I'm tired of the club and honestly I don't wanna see that Tom guy again.
Steve laughed. "I dunno? Why don't you take her to the movies or something." "Because I don't dig movies. You know that." "Well, what else are you gonna do? I guess you could take her to the Dingo." Steve suggested. "Yeah, maybe." Soda said. "I could take her to the Nightly Double." Soda said. Steve nodded. "Sure why not?"
"By the way." Soda said. "How's that Tina girl of yours?" "Who?" Steve asked. "You know?" Soda said. "Dyed blond hair, thick make-up, short skirt…" "Oh, Tina Williams." Steve said. "She's doing ok. Why?"
Soda shook his head. "Leave it up to you, Steve to find a girl as slutty as that." "She aint slutty." Steve insisted. "She just lets a lot hang out and she digs heavy make-up." "That's what slutty is." Soda said. "Is not." "Is to." Is not…" This went on for a while before they both finally quit arguing about whether or not Tina looked like a slut.
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"Sodapop!" Darry called after him before he could leave. "Back by…" "Yeah, I know. I know." Soda said as he walked out the front door. "I have to be back by one. I know." He went out and got in his car to go pick up Samantha. He decided he *would* take her to the Nightly Double. There really wasn't much else for them to do.
It took him about twenty minutes to get there as usual. He picked her up and they headed over to the drive in. He didn't usually go in a car. He'd gone with Pony a few times to catch a flick but they'd just walked there so they didn't exactly "drive in" to the drive through." This time it was a little different. He actually had to go to the main ticket booth with the car and find somewhere to park.
They found a parking space close to the screen and relaxed. It had just started and Soda was already fidgeting. "Why don't we go get some popcorn or something?" He asked. "Ok." She said and they walked over to the concession stands. "I've never been here before." Samantha said. "Do you come here a lot?"
"Only once and a while." Soda said as he dug through his pocket for enough quarters for popcorn and drinks.
"Will you look at that?" A sneering voice came from behind them in the line. "Greasy white trash with a fine looking women like that. What are you doing with this hood, baby?" Soda spun to see a snarling Soc behind him. "Hey I know you." The Social said. "You're one of them Curtis kids. Your brothers the one that killed Bob. Aint he?"
"He didn't kill him." Soda said. "A friend of ours did and what's it to you, Shit head?" The Soc narrowed his eyes. "Well it's been six months he said and I WAS willing to put the incident behind us but now that you called me…" He didn't get to finish because Soda who was extremely angry had punched him hard in the jaw. "Soda not here!" Samantha urged but he waved her off. The rest of the line was getting frustrated now.
"Hey, take it elsewhere you dumb kids!" Some guy yelled from the back. The soc straightened out and threw a punch back at Soda and a violent battle between the both of them broke out. A couple security guards ran through the screaming crowd and pulled them apart. Naturally they blamed everything on Soda because he was a Greaser and they get blamed for everything. Samantha and him had to leave.
He opened the door for her and then ran over to his side of the truck, cussing softly. "Was that one of those 'Soc' People you were telling me about?" She asked when he got in and drove off. Soda nodded. "I'm sorry she said." "It aint you." Soda said. "It's just, people aint used to seeing people like me with girls like you. You know what I mean? She shook her head. She hadn't lived in Tulsa all that long and although Soda had given her only minor details about the rivalry between Greasers and Socs she really didn't know much about it.
"Aren't you even a little bit embarrassed to be seen with me?" he asked. She shook her head again. "Why should I be embarrassed to be with someone that I care about?" Soda felt so good when she said that he thought he would burst! "Do you always fight like that with them?" She asked
"Yeah." Soda said. "They like to beat up on us for fun and it hasn't gotten any better since…" He stopped. He hadn't told her the story about Ponyboy and Johnny and killing that Soc. "Since they killed that Social?" She asked. Soda nodded remembering that the guy had said something about that and there was no doubt that she heard it since she'd been standing right there.
Soda had barely left the block when he noticed a car trailing him. "Great." He muttered looking through the mirror.
"What is it?" She asked. "Look behind us." Soda said. "How many are in the car?" He asked her. "Three or four. The guy that we saw back there is the one driving." "Hold on tight." Soda said and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, speeding down the quiet street. The other car followed close behind.
Samantha looked over at the speedometer and saw that they were going nearly eighty. "Careful, Soda." She said as she clutched the seat. Soda went down the street and turned onto the freeway going ninety. The Socials were still behind them though.
"There getting to close, Soda." Samantha warned as she looked back. It looked like they were trying to smash into them on purpose. "They'll get us both killed!" She yelled. Soda cut through two lanes barely avoiding a crash. Samantha screamed.
"It's ok. I know what I'm doing." Soda said. There was an uproar of honking horns and angry drivers screaming out their windows. He then heard a siren whistling loudly behind him.
"SHIT!" Soda yelled as he pulled over to the side of the road. The police pulled over and an officer stepped out. Soda rolled down his window. The police man shined a flash light in Soda's face. "License and registration please." He said.
"Listen, officer." Soda said. "This wasn't my fault. Are you blind? Didn't you see that other car chasing me?" "Don't be a smart ass, kid." The officer said. "Give me your license and registration, now."
Soda sighed and took his wallet out and did as he'd been instructed. "Sodapop Curtis?" The officer asked. Soda rolled his eyes. Did he have to go through this every single time someone else found out what his name was. "Yeah, that's my name." Soda said. "No joke."
"Listen," Soda pleaded as he saw the officer reach for his pad of paper to write a ticket. "It wasn't my fault. They were…" "Shut up, Curtis!" The officer yelled. "There's to many of you dang kids out at night causing trouble. You could've killed someone with the way you were driving back there!" He handed Soda the ticket.
"100!" Soda shrieked. "For speeding? Are you out of your mind?" Soda's head hurt. He lost his temper then which wasn't such a swell idea. After cursing the officer out he found himself in the back of the police car being driven to the station.
*OK this was kinda dumb… but please review!*
"Huh?" Soda asked looking up from his magazine. "Oh, nothin. Were do you think I ought to take Samantha tonight? I'm tired of the club and honestly I don't wanna see that Tom guy again.
Steve laughed. "I dunno? Why don't you take her to the movies or something." "Because I don't dig movies. You know that." "Well, what else are you gonna do? I guess you could take her to the Dingo." Steve suggested. "Yeah, maybe." Soda said. "I could take her to the Nightly Double." Soda said. Steve nodded. "Sure why not?"
"By the way." Soda said. "How's that Tina girl of yours?" "Who?" Steve asked. "You know?" Soda said. "Dyed blond hair, thick make-up, short skirt…" "Oh, Tina Williams." Steve said. "She's doing ok. Why?"
Soda shook his head. "Leave it up to you, Steve to find a girl as slutty as that." "She aint slutty." Steve insisted. "She just lets a lot hang out and she digs heavy make-up." "That's what slutty is." Soda said. "Is not." "Is to." Is not…" This went on for a while before they both finally quit arguing about whether or not Tina looked like a slut.
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"Sodapop!" Darry called after him before he could leave. "Back by…" "Yeah, I know. I know." Soda said as he walked out the front door. "I have to be back by one. I know." He went out and got in his car to go pick up Samantha. He decided he *would* take her to the Nightly Double. There really wasn't much else for them to do.
It took him about twenty minutes to get there as usual. He picked her up and they headed over to the drive in. He didn't usually go in a car. He'd gone with Pony a few times to catch a flick but they'd just walked there so they didn't exactly "drive in" to the drive through." This time it was a little different. He actually had to go to the main ticket booth with the car and find somewhere to park.
They found a parking space close to the screen and relaxed. It had just started and Soda was already fidgeting. "Why don't we go get some popcorn or something?" He asked. "Ok." She said and they walked over to the concession stands. "I've never been here before." Samantha said. "Do you come here a lot?"
"Only once and a while." Soda said as he dug through his pocket for enough quarters for popcorn and drinks.
"Will you look at that?" A sneering voice came from behind them in the line. "Greasy white trash with a fine looking women like that. What are you doing with this hood, baby?" Soda spun to see a snarling Soc behind him. "Hey I know you." The Social said. "You're one of them Curtis kids. Your brothers the one that killed Bob. Aint he?"
"He didn't kill him." Soda said. "A friend of ours did and what's it to you, Shit head?" The Soc narrowed his eyes. "Well it's been six months he said and I WAS willing to put the incident behind us but now that you called me…" He didn't get to finish because Soda who was extremely angry had punched him hard in the jaw. "Soda not here!" Samantha urged but he waved her off. The rest of the line was getting frustrated now.
"Hey, take it elsewhere you dumb kids!" Some guy yelled from the back. The soc straightened out and threw a punch back at Soda and a violent battle between the both of them broke out. A couple security guards ran through the screaming crowd and pulled them apart. Naturally they blamed everything on Soda because he was a Greaser and they get blamed for everything. Samantha and him had to leave.
He opened the door for her and then ran over to his side of the truck, cussing softly. "Was that one of those 'Soc' People you were telling me about?" She asked when he got in and drove off. Soda nodded. "I'm sorry she said." "It aint you." Soda said. "It's just, people aint used to seeing people like me with girls like you. You know what I mean? She shook her head. She hadn't lived in Tulsa all that long and although Soda had given her only minor details about the rivalry between Greasers and Socs she really didn't know much about it.
"Aren't you even a little bit embarrassed to be seen with me?" he asked. She shook her head again. "Why should I be embarrassed to be with someone that I care about?" Soda felt so good when she said that he thought he would burst! "Do you always fight like that with them?" She asked
"Yeah." Soda said. "They like to beat up on us for fun and it hasn't gotten any better since…" He stopped. He hadn't told her the story about Ponyboy and Johnny and killing that Soc. "Since they killed that Social?" She asked. Soda nodded remembering that the guy had said something about that and there was no doubt that she heard it since she'd been standing right there.
Soda had barely left the block when he noticed a car trailing him. "Great." He muttered looking through the mirror.
"What is it?" She asked. "Look behind us." Soda said. "How many are in the car?" He asked her. "Three or four. The guy that we saw back there is the one driving." "Hold on tight." Soda said and slammed his foot down on the gas pedal, speeding down the quiet street. The other car followed close behind.
Samantha looked over at the speedometer and saw that they were going nearly eighty. "Careful, Soda." She said as she clutched the seat. Soda went down the street and turned onto the freeway going ninety. The Socials were still behind them though.
"There getting to close, Soda." Samantha warned as she looked back. It looked like they were trying to smash into them on purpose. "They'll get us both killed!" She yelled. Soda cut through two lanes barely avoiding a crash. Samantha screamed.
"It's ok. I know what I'm doing." Soda said. There was an uproar of honking horns and angry drivers screaming out their windows. He then heard a siren whistling loudly behind him.
"SHIT!" Soda yelled as he pulled over to the side of the road. The police pulled over and an officer stepped out. Soda rolled down his window. The police man shined a flash light in Soda's face. "License and registration please." He said.
"Listen, officer." Soda said. "This wasn't my fault. Are you blind? Didn't you see that other car chasing me?" "Don't be a smart ass, kid." The officer said. "Give me your license and registration, now."
Soda sighed and took his wallet out and did as he'd been instructed. "Sodapop Curtis?" The officer asked. Soda rolled his eyes. Did he have to go through this every single time someone else found out what his name was. "Yeah, that's my name." Soda said. "No joke."
"Listen," Soda pleaded as he saw the officer reach for his pad of paper to write a ticket. "It wasn't my fault. They were…" "Shut up, Curtis!" The officer yelled. "There's to many of you dang kids out at night causing trouble. You could've killed someone with the way you were driving back there!" He handed Soda the ticket.
"100!" Soda shrieked. "For speeding? Are you out of your mind?" Soda's head hurt. He lost his temper then which wasn't such a swell idea. After cursing the officer out he found himself in the back of the police car being driven to the station.
*OK this was kinda dumb… but please review!*
