This is just a little something I thought of when I was listening to Tracy Lawrence one morning on the bus ride to school. Yes, I listen to country music. You know why? Because country music rocks like that! Yeah! Thank The Bonnie Pirate Lass for inspiring this idea. She rocks like that too. Oh, and thank the little demon of heartache for making me listen to sad songs about love and whatnot. And thank S.E.Hinton for writing The Outsiders. Here's what I have to say about The Outsiders: "WRITTEN BY GOD HIMSELF AND HANDED DOWN TO THE BEST AUTHOR IN THE WORLD-- S.E.HINTON!" That was originally said by Jay from Jay and Silent Bob Strike Back, but I just reworded it. Hope everyone likes this!
Disclaimer: I do not own any part of "Stars Over Texas" by Tracy Lawrence. I also do not own anyone from The Outsiders. -tear-
Chapter 1
As you lie in my arms
Girl my hearts on my sleeve
Words come so hard, in moments like these
theres feelings I have, that are so hard to show
But right now theres one thing
I want you to know
Soda looked down at the sleeping blonde girl in his arms. She was so angelic, so fraglie-looking as she dreamed and smiled. 'So perfect,' he thought to himself. He must have done something really good to deserve her...
China-blue eyes fluttered open and she looked up at him. So many things he wanted to say to her and they were all lost to him. All he could think about was those eyes of her's. Sandy snuggled closer to him, shivering slightly in the cold night air. Neither of them were paying attention to the movie. They were curled together in the back of Steve's car that Soda had borrowed while Steve was out of town at his couin's.
Two years had passed quickly since they first started seeing one another. Time seemed to just fly by when they were together. Days, hours, minutes, none of them mattered to Sodapop.
"Sandy," he said softly.
"Hmm?"
"I love you..."
She looked up at him, blushing. Those blue eyes searched Soda's for the truth in his words. She soon believed him. Why should she not? He was being honest with her. He had never felt for any other girl what he felt for Sandy. Ever.
"I love you too, Sodapop Curtis!" And with that said, she kissed him to prove it.
Never had any words had that effect on him. Soda stood on the trunk of the T-Bird and with a war-whoop, did a backflip off onto the hard pavement. He didn't even feel when he fell down. The greaser boy was on Cloud Nine, and Sandy was his hostess. It didn't even matter that her parents hated him and despised her seeing him. Or that she was so shy and skiddish sometimes. None of it mattered. All that matter was one boy, one girl and their joined hearts.
Her soft laughter was music to his ears. The ushers looked at him as if they would kick him out anytime soon, but he paid them no mind. They didn't know what it was like loving the most beautiful girl on the Earth and having her return that love.
"Soda, get back in the car," she giggled. "They're going to kick you out."
"Let them kick me out! I don't care!"
With that said, Soda jumped on the hood of the car. He cupped his hands over his mouth and sucked in a deep breath. Sandy tugged on his pant leg, trying to get him to come down, but it was fruitless. Soda breathed deeper, then yelled at the top of his voice, "MY NAME IS SODAPOP CURTIS, AND I LOVE SANDY LAWRENCE!" The blushed that creeped over Sandy's face could turn a sun-ripened strawberry green with envy.
"NO ONE CARES," someone shouted back.
"OH YEAH?!," Soda screamed. "NO ONE ASKED IF YOU DID!"
"YOU ARE SUCH A QUEER, CURTIS," a greaser yelled to him, laughing.
"THAT'S NOT WHAT YOUR MOTHER WAS SAYING LAST WEEK!"
The greaser in the car started Soda's way and he knew he was in trouble. It was Curly Shepard. Usually the kid was all mouth, but Soda had went to far; he had insulted Curly's momma. When someone went that far, Curly backed up everything he said.
An usher came through with two policemen following close behind. Soda was dragged from the car and slapped in handcuffs.
"SODA!" Sandy yelled.
"Its all right, baby!"
"It is not all right!!"
Soda broke away from the officers, and began running around, hands cuffed behind his back, Curly chasing in a likewise fashion and the officers and usher chasing them both.
The young greaser ran as fast as he could. A fence was his only hope of escape. It wasn't all that high. He could probably have jumped it. So he tired. He jumped as high as he could, but it was useless. There was nothing he could do without the use of his hands. The officers finally caught him as he fell on his backside from his failed attempt to jump the fence.
By now, four other officers were on the scene. Soda was picked up by four of them, two holding his arms and two holding each of his legs, and put in the back of the police car. The two remaining officers put Curly into the other side of the car. Soda leaned out the window to look at Sandy who had come running up.
"I'll see you tomorrow night, baby," he said with a grin.
"Soda, you are a loon."
"I know, but you love me, right?"
"Yes..." And she did. So he didn't even mind when they hauled him into the station and forced him to spend two nights there in a cell. Darry wasn't too happy when he had to come bail him out. But because it was Sodapop, he didn't mind. Everyone loved Sodapop.
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