Disclaimer: I am not S.E. Hinton so I do not own the outsiders or any of the characters. I only own Carried and the plot.
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Carrie smiled as she looked over her first letter that she received from him. Sighing she sat down and opened the letter, memories flooding back.
Dear Carrie,
I would be glad to be your pen pal person thing person. So I hear you been talking to my brothers? Ponyboy told me in one of his letters, said you sounded really sweet and pretty, he said was glad to know a nice person like you that would be talking to me. He also said that I deserved it for saving are family from getting called in by the fuzz. So what do you do besides write letters to men you don't know? How old are you anyways? I'm eighteen just turned it.
Sodapop Curtis
Those where just the beginning of the letters, they had created a great friendship. Them telling each other things they could tell no one else, not even their families. The letters became more and more every time they would send a letter to one another and soon things started to get intense in their relationship.
Continuing on through the letters Carrie passed one that caught her interest, it was the one where they had become real friends not just pen pals, when the letters told her everything.
Hi Carrie,
It's Soda, today is not very great it was my first battle and it was terrible, I don't want to tell Ponyboy because he might get scared and I don't need him worrying about nothing. It was horrible everything was. My friend I had met that week was killed in front of me, I cried. They say never leave a man behind but does it still count for a dead man? I mean when I saw him fall in front of me I just starred and when the shock and then I ran not knowing if he would live or not, but I didn't see him breathing none. Sorry about the little goriness but I'm just so scared and can't sleep because I keep thinking someone's out to get me. I hate that feeling.
I got another letter from my ex girlfriend Sandy. She keeps wanting me to be the father of her kid but I aint, she was two-timing me and got pregnant with another mans kid pushing me aside and letting him in. She wants me back but she just wants me to help her with the kid…
I Warn you don't get pregnant to soon Carrie, you have time your young and so am I. Just don't rush into things don't grow up to fast.
Your friend, Sodapop Curtis
P.S.- I would really like it if you met the gang I would really appreciate it.
Carrie frowned at this letter. A few letters before he talked about that man that died he was good friends with Soda. How would you handle it if you saw your best friend or just someone you new die in front of your eyes. Tears started to form in Carrie's eyes as she thought about this, but then for the first time since she talked to Sodapop Curtis this thought crossed her mind.
What if he died? What would she do? He was her best friend, she new more than his best friend Steve new about him and that was saying something. Would he make it through the war so she would be able to see him?
That night Carrie cried herself to sleep, they had been writing letters to each other for three years… four years next week. She had not even met him in person, never heard his voice, and never even seen a picture. When they first started writing to each other they decided that they would see each other as a surprise to see what they looked like. She had not even met his family physically, sure they had talked but that was it for now.
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