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"Hey, Steve!" Sodapop ran up to me all excited about something. I waited for him to come over. "Guess what?"
"What?" I asked. I wasn't really that curious on account of the fact that I was so sad. I felt like I could cry all over again, but I never cried in front of anybody but my mom. Not even Soda.
Sodapop smiled and said, "Chicken butt." I had to smile back. Soda can do that to a guy. He's always so happy and he can be real funny. Soda's been my best buddy since the first day of kindergarten when some other kids started picking on me. He stuck up for me and he made me laugh. We never fight.
"Is that it?" Soda smiled.
"Nope. I got something real special to tell ya." I raised my eyebrows.
"You get another brother or somethin'?" Soda had two other brothers, Ponyboy and Darry. They were okay, but Ponyboy was only a little kid and he was always hanging around Soda. Darry was older and he was alright. Sodapop was laughing now.
"No, man!"–he stopped laughing–"My daddy (Soda still called both his parents "Mommy" and "Daddy") got tickets to the circus–the big one–and he says we got a extra ticket, so you can come!" My face broke into a huge smile. I always wanted to go the circus, but Dad would never take me and Mom always had to work. Plus, we didn't have enough money for circus tickets. "You think you can come?" He was looking right at me, with his brown eyes dancing and excited like. I thought for a minute.
"Prob'ly."
"You gotta ask your folks?"
"Ain't no "folks" no more. Mom walked out today an' Dad's too drunk to care yet. Yeah, I guess I can come." Soda stopped smiling.
"Really? She walked out? I'm sorry, man. . ." He brightened. "Look, you can crash at my place for a while if you want and then we can go to the circus!"
"You sure your folks won't mind?" I asked. It was a good idea. Soda always had good ideas.
"Naw. They ain't mind if ya stay awhile. Shoot, man, you're like a part o' the family!" I was smiling again and I didn't feel so bad now. Soda always had that effect on me. Don't get me wrong, I was still hurt. But it wasn't as bad now.
"Cool." Sodapop looked around for a minute.
"We're gonna be late for school."
"What?"
"We'll be late." He said again.
"How d'you know?"
He gave me one of those looks. "I just do."
"Fine, so we're late. No big deal." I still didn't get it.
"My mom was real hacked off last time I had to bring a note for bein' late." He explained. Soda's mom could be kinda strict sometimes. Mostly with the other two 'cause it really was hard to get mad at Sodapop.
"Okay, I'll get us car."
"You think you can?" I looked at him and cocked my eyebrow. It was trick I had picked up from Two-Bit.
"According to Ms. Whitmer I can do anything I set my mind to." I walked over to a nearby car, looking over my shoulder the entire way there. I was showing off, which is a bad habit I have. But if truth be told, I really was kind of nervous. I got caught hot-wiring a car by a neighbor once, and he threatened to call the fuzz if he ever found me doing it again. That kind of scared me. I didn't exactly fancy going to prison at the age of ten, if you know what I mean. There wasn't any reason to be nervous though. Nobody was looking and the car started up right fast. "Come on, Soda!" I hopped behind the wheel and smirked at Soda. He was smiling like a lunatic. I pulled out into the street and revved the engine a little. I'm really good with cars. I learned how to hot-wire one when I was six years old from some older guys in my neighborhood. I taught myself how to drive not long after and how to lift a hubcap. By now, I could drive, fix, or steal just about anything on wheels. We zoomed up the street
"Go faster!" Soda screamed. His eyes were dancing and he looked really excited. Soda and me love driving fast. I pressed the gas pedal into the floor and swung around a corner. We were at school in record time and we hadn't been pulled over by a cop, which was kind of shocking. You'd think they would catch a ten year old kid speeding down the street. But, then again, they never caught me before either. "That was awesome!" Soda jumped out of the car and did this weird dance thing. He looked like he was having a seizure or something. Soda does that when he gets really excited or happy about something–like little kids do. He's always been like that, though, and I don't think he'll ever change.
"Hey, man. We're gonna be late if you carry on with your spas-attack." Soda cocked an eyebrow.
"Who says I'm having a spas-attack? That's my happy dance."
I shook my head. "Come on, happyman. We gotta get to class." We walked off to the school building. I looked at Sodapop, glad that he was my buddy, I really don't know how I could have survived without him.
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