➯ "𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐞𝐬, 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲?"
the bittersweet story of a 16-year-old south-side greaser and her chaotic life as the infamous kid sister of dallas winston. life in tulsa, oklahoma isn't easy with the f...
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...the four of us were walking the two miles to bucks place when we decided to take a detour to the gas station to see sodapop.
dally could wait... trust me. mans been fucked up for half of his life and never needed me. he'd be perfectlyyyyy fine.
steve works at the station part-time because of school and everything, but soda dropped out last year and has been there ever since to make some cash. he really took the entire 'big brother helping to support what's left of his family' thing really seriously. i just wish the curtis brothers didn't have to completely change their lives after everything with their parents.
before they passed, elizabeth and shayne we like the parents dal and i never had. they threw our birthday parties each year since we'd known them, and selflessly made sure we had plenty of gifts under the tree on christmas morning. they bought us new gym shoes when the soles on our old chuck taylors had completely worn down so much that it felt like we were walking barefoot. they signed our field trip permission slips in grade school when our parents weren't anywhere to be seen at home, and packed our lunches, leaving cute little notes in the front zipper pouch.
that couch in the living room has hosted us more nights than i'd ever like to admit. liz called them "sleepovers" so as not to embarrass us when she told her three boys that we were spending the night again. the guys never knew how bad it got at home until we didn't have a home to go back to.
i miss the way that they cared about me. i miss the way that they cared for all of us.
steve ran up to the front door and held it open for me, pulling me from the thoughts in my head only to run inside and close it in my face right when i approached him.
"fucker." i whispered loud and annoyed and gave him a glare which he giggled to in reply as i opened the door for myself, so nicely holding it open for the boys behind me.
"SODAAAAA! SODAPOP CURTISSSSSSS?!" steve began shouting at the top of his lungs, completely disregarding the older teenage boys who were picking at the candy selection in one of the aisles.
they all turned to look at him and turned away like he didn't just give them an absolute ear rape.
"YEAH??" soda yelled back from where i assumed was the garage and the guy at the front desk gave me a grin in which i was totally confused to have received.
i smiled back a confused smile and raised my eyebrows while doing so.
"head on back, i don't mind." his name tag read william and we thanked him before two and steve turned to me.
"count us off." two looked so serious and i rolled my eyes.
"racing again?" i asked and it almost sounded stupid because i knew that they were.
