Filthy Paradise

"They Hurt Me Soda"

Hey guys here's my new fanfic. I just watched the Outsiders again and I can't hold back from writing a fanfic any longer so here I am.

I'm giving credit to Hinton on writing the characters and some of the plot im going be to using. I don't any of it besides Sugar.

Sugars Pov

Rolling over onto the floor. Groaning as my face rubs into the carpet. I forgot I slept on the couch once again. It's been a habit every night since our parents died. They died in a automobile wreck. It still hits me hard, all I see is there body's laying in the casket at the viewing. Sometimes before I close my eyes as night I see myself in the wreck with 'em. Picking myself off of the floor and fixing my pjs. Meandering into the kitchen I see Ponyboy making breakfast.

"Ooh bacon." I exclaim grabbing a piece from the pile and stuffing it into my mouth.

"Well mornin to you."

I send him a smile in return as I chomp on the fatty goodness. Leaning in the doorway as I watch him finish making breakfast. I get bored as he makes himself a plate and maneuvers around me to get to the table. I follow in pursuit. We both sit at the table in silence him eating, me just watching.

"You havin fun watching me eat?" Pony asks as he shovels some eggs into his mouth.

"Lots." I express.

We then go back to silence. That's what I like about Ponyboy, he likes the silence about as much as I do. I sometimes hate loud noises, hurts my ears.

"Where's Darry?"

"He's already at work. Heard him leave early this morning." Pony tells me.

"Oh." I express.

Getting up and leaving the table I saunter to the bedroom I share with Darry. It's not weird, he's my brother. We didn't have enough money to have a three bedroom house for me to have my own. I don't mind it all. I like to know that there's always gonna be somewhere there.
Grabbing my black tee and one of Sodapop's old flannels. Picking out one of the two jeans I own and replacing them from my pj pants. Taking off my pj shirt which consists one of Pony's old shirts. Placing my plain, black tee over my head. Slipping the flannel up my arms and fixing the collar. Rolling up my pants a bit so you can see a bit of my socks. Grabbing my high top black converse from the spot by the door I slip them on and tie them. Wiggling my ankles around as I walk to the bathroom.
Looking at myself in the mirror. My long brown hair reaches all the way down to my hip bones. I have blue eyes that shine when I'm happy. They're more dull then anything. It's only been a couple years since our parents past, I still need time believe it or not. Sometimes I think Darry and Soda forgot about them. Pony and I occasionally talk about them like they're still here, but not so much anymore. Brushing my hair as I leave it down, not doing anything more with it. Grabbing my toothbrush and tooth paste I brush my teeth. They're not perfect teeth like Sodas or Ponys or even Darrys. I've got a slight overbite along with kinda stained yellow. Some crooked ones on the bottom. I'm just happy that I have teeth really.
Wondering out of the bathroom I hear laughter. Two-bits here meaning the rest of the gang is here as well. Flipping my hair to behind my ear I walk out of the hallway.

"There she is." Soda shouts.

I smile at him as I make my way towards the front door. Hoping none of them see me leave. But I know they're all looking at me. Lately I just feel like I need to be alone. Everyone's breathing down my neck it's like.

"Now where do you think you're goin kid?"

"Out." I say softly.

"Out where." Soda questions.