Soda's POV
I see mom and dad. They are smiling, beckoning me to move towards this bright light. Honestly, it was one of the most beautiful things I have ever seen.
The most beautiful was Bree on our wedding day.
Bree.
I look frantically around for her, she was sobbing frantically on my lifeless body. Her face was cut up and bruised. She looked so upset, I couldn't leave her.
Brees POV
He opened his eyes
YOU ARE READING
The outsiders
FanfictionAn outsiders fanfiction What do you do when you wake up in 1966 in Oklahoma? You hang with the greasers of corse!!
