Sodapop woke up the next morning, still in his blue jeans. His face was red
from crying. He looked out the window and saw that it was light. "Wow, is
it already tomorrow?" He thought. He'd slept a long time and he felt
refreshed. Soda got up and walked out to get some food. Two-Bit was in
front of the TV watching Mickey Mouse, Steve was playing solitaire, and
Ponyboy was in an armchair reading a book.
They greeted him. "Hi." He said glumly.
Steve jumped up. "What's going on Sodapop? Everything all-right?"
Soda shook his head. "I'll tell you later, ok? I'm gonna go get something to eat." Steve nodded looking at Soda with a worried expression. Soda could hear Darry in the kitchen making breakfast. He thought twice about going in there. Darry probably still had a lot more to say. But he was to hungry not to. He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, almost twenty-four hours straight. He took a deep breath, let it out, and walked into the kitchen, pretending he didn't see or hear Darry. Soda opened the icebox and got the chocolate cake out and cut himself a piece.
"You slept for a long time." Darry said. "Are you sick?"
Sodapop shook his head as he took big bites of cake. "Darry, can I just give her a call? Please? She left so quickly yesterday."
"You can give her a call if you wanna be grounded for an additional week." Darry said as he flipped pancakes. Soda sighed and stalked out of the kitchen and back to his room.
"Hey, Sodapop?" Pony asked as he stood up. "You, ok?"
"No, just leave me alone right now, ok?" He said and slammed his bedroom door closed behind him. He opened his closet and yanked out an old t-shirt and slipped it on. He put his shoes on quickly and reached for a comb to try and make his messy hair look a little bit better. He then grabbed his wallet and unlocked the window over his dresser, quietly and climbed out. He hopped over the fence on the left side of the house and started down the street. He was determined to see Samantha no matter what Darry said.
Soda walked into town and caught the bus. By the time he got to Samantha's street it was about early afternoon. He found her house easily and ran up to the door and knocked loudly. He waited for a minute or two and then knocked louder. The door swung open and a man in his early thirties about appeared and looked at Sodapop strangely.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I should be asking you the same question." Soda said. "Is Samantha here?"
The man gave Sodapop a quizzical look and then said. "Uh, yeah. Samantha!" He called. "There's some kid here to see you."
"What?" Soda heard Samantha yell from upstairs. "What's his name?"
The man looked back over at Soda. "What's your name kid?"
"Sodapop." He answered.
The guy laughed. "No, really kid. What's your name?"
"Sodapop." Soda repeated flatly. The mans smile faded and he called, "His names Sodapop." He looked back over at Soda. "Well, whatever. C'mon in." Soda stepped in and waited next to the door with the guy.
Samantha came down and looked at Soda surprised. "Soda? What are you doing here?" She said. "I needed to see you." Soda said feeling hurt by her uncaring greeting. "I need someone to talk to."
"Who is this kid?" The guy asked.
"He's a, uh, friend of mine." Samantha said.
"What do you mean a friend of yours?" Sodapop said angrily. "Who's he?"
"I'm her husband." The guy said.
"You're what?!" Soda shrieked looking at Samantha shocked. "You have a husband? You're married?" How could this be happening? Soda couldn't believe it. Samantha was married? How could she do this to him? How could she do this to her husband? Why was this happening? "I wanna wake up." Soda thought to himself. "This is becoming a nightmare and I wanna wake up."
"Samantha, who is this kid." The guy demanded.
"I'm her boyfriend!" Soda yelled. Samantha was freaking out. "Oh, no, no, no." She was saying to herself.
"Samantha, you've been two-timing me while I was away?!" The man yelled. He then looked back over at Sodapop. "You littleā¦" He grabbed for Soda and had him down on the floor in seconds.
"Hey, let go!" Soda yelled.
"Jack! Don't!" Samantha screamed. "He's just a kid. He didn't know."
Soda struggled to fight back but the guy was much bigger than him.
"Jack, please!" Samantha yelled. Soda finally got away from Jack and rushed out the front door, looking back at them with tears streaming down his face. "Sodapop, I'm sorry." Samantha said.
"I love you!" Soda screamed as he sobbed. "How could you do this? How could you let me fall in love with you when you're married?!" He turned and ran down the street. His tears were blurring his vision and his head was aching. He ran until he couldn't run anymore and plopped down on the sidewalk burying his head in his arms. Darry had been right. Samantha was just using him. Samantha didn't care about him, she didn't love him, and she didn't feel the same way about him as he felt for her. Why did Darry have to be right?
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They greeted him. "Hi." He said glumly.
Steve jumped up. "What's going on Sodapop? Everything all-right?"
Soda shook his head. "I'll tell you later, ok? I'm gonna go get something to eat." Steve nodded looking at Soda with a worried expression. Soda could hear Darry in the kitchen making breakfast. He thought twice about going in there. Darry probably still had a lot more to say. But he was to hungry not to. He hadn't eaten since yesterday morning, almost twenty-four hours straight. He took a deep breath, let it out, and walked into the kitchen, pretending he didn't see or hear Darry. Soda opened the icebox and got the chocolate cake out and cut himself a piece.
"You slept for a long time." Darry said. "Are you sick?"
Sodapop shook his head as he took big bites of cake. "Darry, can I just give her a call? Please? She left so quickly yesterday."
"You can give her a call if you wanna be grounded for an additional week." Darry said as he flipped pancakes. Soda sighed and stalked out of the kitchen and back to his room.
"Hey, Sodapop?" Pony asked as he stood up. "You, ok?"
"No, just leave me alone right now, ok?" He said and slammed his bedroom door closed behind him. He opened his closet and yanked out an old t-shirt and slipped it on. He put his shoes on quickly and reached for a comb to try and make his messy hair look a little bit better. He then grabbed his wallet and unlocked the window over his dresser, quietly and climbed out. He hopped over the fence on the left side of the house and started down the street. He was determined to see Samantha no matter what Darry said.
Soda walked into town and caught the bus. By the time he got to Samantha's street it was about early afternoon. He found her house easily and ran up to the door and knocked loudly. He waited for a minute or two and then knocked louder. The door swung open and a man in his early thirties about appeared and looked at Sodapop strangely.
"Who are you?" He asked.
"I should be asking you the same question." Soda said. "Is Samantha here?"
The man gave Sodapop a quizzical look and then said. "Uh, yeah. Samantha!" He called. "There's some kid here to see you."
"What?" Soda heard Samantha yell from upstairs. "What's his name?"
The man looked back over at Soda. "What's your name kid?"
"Sodapop." He answered.
The guy laughed. "No, really kid. What's your name?"
"Sodapop." Soda repeated flatly. The mans smile faded and he called, "His names Sodapop." He looked back over at Soda. "Well, whatever. C'mon in." Soda stepped in and waited next to the door with the guy.
Samantha came down and looked at Soda surprised. "Soda? What are you doing here?" She said. "I needed to see you." Soda said feeling hurt by her uncaring greeting. "I need someone to talk to."
"Who is this kid?" The guy asked.
"He's a, uh, friend of mine." Samantha said.
"What do you mean a friend of yours?" Sodapop said angrily. "Who's he?"
"I'm her husband." The guy said.
"You're what?!" Soda shrieked looking at Samantha shocked. "You have a husband? You're married?" How could this be happening? Soda couldn't believe it. Samantha was married? How could she do this to him? How could she do this to her husband? Why was this happening? "I wanna wake up." Soda thought to himself. "This is becoming a nightmare and I wanna wake up."
"Samantha, who is this kid." The guy demanded.
"I'm her boyfriend!" Soda yelled. Samantha was freaking out. "Oh, no, no, no." She was saying to herself.
"Samantha, you've been two-timing me while I was away?!" The man yelled. He then looked back over at Sodapop. "You littleā¦" He grabbed for Soda and had him down on the floor in seconds.
"Hey, let go!" Soda yelled.
"Jack! Don't!" Samantha screamed. "He's just a kid. He didn't know."
Soda struggled to fight back but the guy was much bigger than him.
"Jack, please!" Samantha yelled. Soda finally got away from Jack and rushed out the front door, looking back at them with tears streaming down his face. "Sodapop, I'm sorry." Samantha said.
"I love you!" Soda screamed as he sobbed. "How could you do this? How could you let me fall in love with you when you're married?!" He turned and ran down the street. His tears were blurring his vision and his head was aching. He ran until he couldn't run anymore and plopped down on the sidewalk burying his head in his arms. Darry had been right. Samantha was just using him. Samantha didn't care about him, she didn't love him, and she didn't feel the same way about him as he felt for her. Why did Darry have to be right?
*Well, let me know what you guys think. PEACE~LOVE~HUGS~BACKSTREET BOYS~ AND AARON CARTER ROCKS!!!!!!!*
