A/N: I hope you like this chapter. I'm sorry that I'm not updating as often as before, but it will be a very busy summer for me, so yeah. Thank you to all of those readers who have reviewed my story. You guys rock. Don't forget to review!
Disclaimer: I don't own the Outsiders, but I do own the plot of this story and the OCs.
Today, Anne Smirnov would make Sodapop Curtis the happiest man on the face of the earth. Today was their wedding day, and the two love bird couldn't wait until they could be called husband and wife.
Sodapop stood in front of the mirror, trying to straighten his tie. Trying was the key word in this equation, because he couldn't seem to straighten it out.
"Having a little trouble there, little buddy?" Sodapop could see Darry in the mirror behind him; a smile was stretched out on his face at the sight of his little brother struggling with his tie.
"Yeah, could you help me with this tie?" Soda asked as he turned around to face his brother. Darry gave his brother a teasing smile.
"Well, as your best man I guess I have to help you with your tie." Sodapop pouted at his brother.
"Don't you wanna help your little brother, Darryl?" Sodapop asked the pout still in place. Darry had to chuckle at his brother's antics.
"Of course I do. Sophie would kill me if I let you marry her sister looking like a complete goof, ya dig?" Soda laughed at that. The brothers said nothing while Darry redid Soda's tie all together.
Sodapop, being the impatient person that he is, finally broke the silence.
"Darry, do you think that Dad would be proud of me?" Darry stopped fixing his brother's tie for a moment, he was so shocked by the question.
"Of course he would be proud of you, Sodapop. He is proud of you, him and Mom both." Darry made one last adjustment to the tie before he backed away to look at his work.
"Do you think that they'd like Anne, Darry?" Soda's voice was barely above a whisper.
"Of course they'd like Anne, Soda." The two older brothers jumped at the sound of Ponyboy's voice. They turned to see the youngest Curtis brother standing there in the doorway. (The boy must have super hearing)
"Ponyboy, you scared me." Soda said with a smile. Ponyboy ran over to his brothers and pulled him into a hug. "Mom and Dad would love Anne, Soda. They'd love her because she makes you happy and really, and it kind of hard not to like Anne. She's like you in that way Sodapop." Sodapop couldn't stop the tears from falling.
"I just miss them so much, guys." Soda said as he hugged his little brother tighter. Darry joined in on the hug, trying to comfort his little brothers while keeping his composure. It had been hard on Darry when he was married as well. Not only because his parents couldn't be there for the wedding, but because Sodapop had been in Vietnam, fighting.
"We miss them too, little buddy." Darry assured him.
"But, I bet they're looking down on us today, Sodapop. I bet their crying just like we are, crying because they couldn't be here for our weddings." Ponyboy said through his tears. The brothers just stood there for a few minutes, taking comfort in each other.
"Um….I really hate to interrupt this family moment, but the wedding is going to start soon." The brothers pulled away to see Steve standing awkwardly near the door. Sodapop smiled at his buddy. (The wedding was at the Curtis brothers childhood home, aka Soda's place, in the backyard)
"Thanks for the heads up, buddy." Soda's smile was back in place now.
Sodapop stood at the altar, waiting for his soon-to-be wife to make her appearance. He was nervous, but extremely excited at the same time. He couldn't wait to be able to call Anne his wife.
It wasn't long before Anne walked out of the house, looking gorgeous in a simple white gown. It seemed to take forever for Anne to make it to the other side of the yard, well at least to Sodapop. Finally, the preacher spoke the words that Soda had been waiting for. "Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today…."
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