Sawyer Curtis (Outsiders Fan Fiction)

Just One of the Boys

                       Background Information:
Your name is Sawyer Amelia Meadow Curtis, twins with Soda. But he is older by a few minutes.
You are 16, smart, funny, talented.
You don't like being told what to do.
You have dark brown hair with light blue eyes.
You are friends with both greasers and Socs.
You don't get along with Dally. Your name is Sawyer but everyone calls you Sam or Sammy.

Part 1 - Just One of the Boys
The boys and I were sitting around the tv watching Mickey Mouse when we hear sounds of laughter outside.
??: Get him guys!
Steve: What is going on outside?
Soda: I don't know.
Soda gets up, walks over to the door and opens it.
He glances around before stepping further outside. Not even a minute goes by before he comes back in looking angry.
Darry: What is it?
Before Soda could answer, everyone hears a familiar voice.
??: Darry! Help!
Darry leaps to his feet.
Soda: Pony.
We all take off running out of the house. I am the first towards the group of Socs beating up on Pony. Ain't nobody gonna hurt my kid brother like that. I jump on a Soc, pulling him backwards, grabbing him by the collar and landing a punch to his jaw before he can even say boo.
Sawyer: Get lost Soc.
I hate to say it but I love to see the fear of God in a man's eyes. Before he lets out a peep I get ripped backwards and slammed into a wall. Some Soc starts ripping in on me and I dodge a couple of shots taken before he slugs one across my face real good. I grab my cheek and give him a snarl. Before anything happens he is pulled away by Soda and dragged back to the car. I rub my cheek and wipe my nose to find that it is bleeding. Just great, Darry is gonna kill me. I look around and see that the Socs are driving off in there Mustang. The boys chasing after em'. Pony is sitting on the ground with Darry talking to him real slow like. I jog over to Pony, knelling next to him.
Sawyer: Hey Pony. You okay?
I examine him to find his neck is bleeding like a pig. I rip the bandanna out of my hair and place it on his neck.
Sawyer: You'll be okay kid.
Pony: Thanks.
I rub his hair, messing it up. I feel someone's hand on my shoulder and see that it's Soda.
Soda: Did they pull a blade on you?
Pony (crying): Yeah.
Soda: Hey they ain't gonna hurt you no more.
Pony gives a small smile. Soda always has had a way of cheering up Pony. Darry glances over at me and his eyes get big.
Darry: Sammy are you okay? You're bleeding too.
All their eyes on me now. Soda gently touches my face.
Soda: Does it hurt?
I push his hand away.
Sawyer: I am fine, nothing I have been through before.
Darry shakes his head.
Darry: You shouldn't have been fighting.
Sawyer: You n' Soda did.
Darry: That's cuz we're protecting this one.
Darry roughs Pony's hair up more.
Sawyer: And what do ya think I was doing?
Darry: It's different with you.
Sawyer: Why cuz I'm a girl? A broad? A chick? I can hold my own in a fight Darrel and you know it.
I was getting heated and Soda knew it too. He squeezed my shoulder.
Soda: I think he means he just doesn't like seeing his kid sister hurt, is all.
Sawyer: You think I like seeing him or you or Pony hurt? No, I don't.
Pony starts to whimper. My attention is immediately drawn back to him.
Sawyer: Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it kid.
Darry: What were you doing walking by your lonesome anyways?
Soda and I help Pony up and start walking back towards the house.
Pony: All I did was walk home from the movies.
Darry: Movies and books, movies and books. You know I wish -
Sawyer: Lay off Darry my god. He didn't ask for this. You don't need to start on him too.
Darry sighs and rolls his eyes.
Darry: You should have carried a blade if you were gonna walk alone.
Soda: Great idea, way to give the Soc's another excuse to cut him up even more.
Darry: Hey if I want advice from my kid brother or sister on how to raise my other kid brother, I'll ask. Kid brother.
Darry drops his stick and storms in the house.
Pony: Gee, why he gotta be like that.
Soda: He's just got more worries than he used to. Let me see your neck.
Pony shows his cut to Soda. The gang start running back to the house.
Steve: What were you thinking Pony walking by yourself like that? Look at my nose!
It was bleeding. 

Pony: It's huge.

The boys start talking about their plans for the night. Soda comes over to me.
Soda (whispers): Hey, you sure you're okay?
Sawyer (whisper): Yeah, Soda.
Soda (whisper): Meadow-
Sawyer: What don't you understand? I said I'm cool!
Everyone was looking at us. I scoff at them and walk away.
Soda: Sam, wait.
Soda starts following me.
Sawyer: I need to cool off, Soda.
Soda: Hey! Stop.
Soda grabs my arm.
Sawyer: What Sodapop! What could you possibly want?
Soda: Meadow what is going on?
Sawyer: Don't call me that. Don't you dare call me that!
Soda: What is wrong?
I look at the ground and dig my shoe into the dirt.
Soda: Sawyer Amelia, look at me.
I look up at Soda dark brown eyes. His eyes were serious with a hint of light.
Soda: Talk to me, please.
Sawyer: I don't like to be babied. You know that. It's so frustrating to have Darry or you come to my defense. I can hold up my own. You know that, you've seen it before. Just because I'm a girl. It's not fair.
Soda: Sammy, it's not that. You are my kid sister. You are Darry's kid sister. Neither of us want anyone in our family to fight.
Sawyer: Soda you get drunk off a rumble.
Soda: Yes but listen to me. We fight to stay alive. And only when necessary. Today was necessary, yes. But maybe there is another way to approach the situation without the guns coming out.
Sawyer: Like what?
Soda: Like, only swing if they swing first. Sawyer you're smart. You know that, so maybe try not to punch every Soc you see. And I promise that Darry and I will only back you if you desperately need it or if you ask, deal?
Soda sticks out his hand.
Sawyer: Deal.
We shake hands and Soda smiles. His eyes fill with delight and laughter that makes me smile back.
Soda: C'mon let's go see what we can do about your face. Maybe Darry has some ice for you.