The Outsiders: Before My Time Part III

Fourth of July, 1965

July 4, 1965

Goldie's POV

Candy, Red, and I were in the living room, eyes glued to the black and white television screen with Dally and Steve. I was slowly starting to really enjoy the old programs that played and I was getting used to the low quality of the screen, while Candy couldn't care less and Red often wondered why the little screen was so fuzzy.

Steve and Dally were half paying attention, half talking to each other. Dally was also cleaning his switchblade with a rag. They usually didn't talk to Red or Candy unless they inserted themselves in the conversation. Red wasn't much to try to bring attention to himself, but I am not really used to the lack of attention. Except with girls, I noticed that I have been getting noticed by more girls in 1965 than in 2038. Candy, again, did not care.

Dally took out a pack of cigarettes during a rather muddy shampoo commercial and passed the pack around the room.

"We don't smoke," Candy stated, trying to push it passed Red. I don't think he even knew what a cigarette was before we got here.

"We don't smoke," Dally mimicked in a girly voice. He reverted back to normal and said, "come on, don't be so stuck up. It won't kill you."

"Yeah!" Red said, trying to fit in, which made me and Candy both glare at him.

"I said, no," Candy said.

"Come on." Dally nudged Red with his elbow and his words were mumbled because of the cigarette he had stuck between his lips. "You ain't gonna take orders from that cupcake, are you? She ain't your mama."

Red turned to Candy and repeated, "you ain't my mama."

"Atta boy," Dally said with a smirk, handing him a cigarette. "Y'know... I like you, short stack."

"Dally!" Candy said, her jaw dropped in shock. "You're a sleezeball."

"Yeah. So?"

"He's just a kid!"

"I had my first pack when I was nine," Dally scoffed, bringing out his lighter. "One won't kill him. Fred Flintstone smokes, ya know."

"Who's that?" Red asked. I didn't know who that was either.

"Who's that?" Dally repeated angrily. "What the hell is the matter with you?"

"Do you think peer pressuring kids is the right way to go about this?" Steve asked, looking over at Dally.

"Depends if they wanna be cool. Kids? Do you wanna be cool?" Dally asked condescendingly. Even as an adult, he's never really been good with children. Not even with his own children.

Red answered yes while Candy and I both stayed silent. Then I said, "no, I don't."

"Red, my good buddy, looks like I'm taking you down the path that rocks," Dally said as he brought the flickering flame to the end of the cigarette in Red's hand and lit it.

"What do I do now?" Red asked, watching the smoke filter into the air.

Dally lit his own and said while he demonstrated, "you bring it up to your lips, and take a puff."

"Breathe it in?" Red asked.

Dally exhaled a cloud of smoke and said in a relaxed tone, "that's right."

Red shrugged, and brought the lit cigarette to his lips. Candy covered her eyes and leaned into me while I was trying to tell Red to stop. Red didn't listen, he took a breath, and coughed enough times to try to get oxygen back into his little lungs.