The Outsiders Imagines

Sodapop Imagine for @LukeyDaPenguin

For LukeyDaPenguin here's part 4 😄

You were exhausted. Your labor had lasted two hours, but you were finally through it. You gave birth to a beautiful baby boy.

You had fallen asleep almost immediately after the baby came out. When you woke up, Soda was sitting in his wheelchair next to the bed with the baby in his arms.

"Hey," Soda whispered, smiling at you. "He's got your eyes, you know."

"But I'm sure that he's gonna be a spitting image of you," you laughed, as he handed up the baby to you. "Have you thought of a name for him yet?"

"How about Pepsi-Cola?" he suggested.

You looked down at the baby boy in your arms and caressed his face. "Yes. It's perfect."

A few days later, you and Pepsi got to go home. The gang had all helped to watch Elle, and she was exceedingly excited when she got to see her baby brother.

Your family was more than complete to you. You had a loving husband and two amazing children. Nothing could be greater than that.

17 Years Later

It was Pepsi-Cola's 17th birthday, and you were running around town getting a bunch of last minute things for his party.

You were walking into the bakery to pick up Pepsi's cake when it happened.

One shot too close to your heart for you to live. You died almost instantly. By the time the ambulance came, there was no saving you.

*Soda's POV*

It's been 4 months, 2 weeks, and 6 days since Jaime was taken from me. It's all I can think about anymore.

Elle and Pepsi worry about me, but I tell them they don't need to. I really don't know how much longer I can lie to them.

"Dad?" Elle poked her head into the room. "Hey." She looked at me with hidden worry. "I brought you some food. I'm on my lunch break, and I thought you may wanna eat together." She put a styrofoam takeout plate on the table.

"Nah, it's alright, sweetheart," I said. "Your brother should be home soon, and I'm not all that hungry right now. Thanks anyway."

She left, and I sat there for a moment thinking. Thinking about Jaime. Thinking about what I had after her. Thinking about the kids. And I decide to write a note. It wasn't a suicide note or anything, but I knew sooner or later, my time would come, and I wanted to say some things before it did.

*3rd Person aka Narrator*

Elle made her usual, daily visit a week later. When she entered the house, it was deathly quiet.

"Hey, sis," Pepsi said groggily, clearly just having woken up.

"Is Dad up yet?" she asked, while starting towards the direction of what was once both her parents' room.

"I don't guess so," he replied. "But he usually is by now." He looked at you in slight confusion.

Elle knocked on her dad's door. No answer. She cracked the door and saw him lying on his bed, seemingly asleep.

"Dad?" she whispered. He was a fairly light sleeper, so that normally would have woken him up. She walked over to the bed. "Hey, Dad." She shook him a little. Still no response. Worry flooded Elle. "Pepsi, call 911! Dad's not waking up!"

From there it was like a dramatic blur of events. The ambulance coming. The EMTs pronouncing Sodapop dead. Them having to take him for an autopsy. Then, there was the discovery of the note.

Dear Elle, Pepsi, and everyone else,

I don't know when I'm gonna die, but I feel like it's soon. Jaime was one of the most important parts of my life. Without her I'm nothing. I need you guys to know that when I do go, it's not because I don't love you, but because I love Jaime too much.
                                Love,
                             Sodapop

The ladies that went to the funeral all whispered among each other. "I heard it was that boy of his," said one. "Oh no, it had to be the daughter," replied another. "Oh pish posh, you're both wrong. I heard from Sheila, you know, her husbands the sheriff, that it was suicide," said a third, with an especially exaggerated whisper on two last word.

Now, anyone that really knew the family knew that none of these rumors were true. Sodapop Curtis had died of a broken heart, plain and simple. His love for his wife carried him to the grave.

I hope you like it! I really like how it turned out, but it's not my opinion that counts. Thanks for requesting! M'kay.

~Mariah