The Outsiders Imagines, Preferences and One Shots

Sodapop Imagine

Light shines through the clouds, and the world is soaked with rain. I'm six years old and I don't care about getting wet from the swing I'm sitting on. He's pushing me.

"Higher! Higher, Sodapop!" I yell, giggling.

"Only a little bit. I don't want you to fall!" He yells up to me. Always a worrier he is, even at 6 years old. He pushes me even higher, and I decide this would be the perfect time to jump off. I shriek with laughter, landing on my feet, and Sodapop screams in fear, running to my side.

"That was fun!" I tell him. "Wanna try?" He shakes his head.

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Laughing comes from the entire gang, along with heavy breathing as we run around the Curtis's yard playing tag.

"You're it, Ponyboy!" 12  year old Darry yells, smacking the 6 year old boy in the back in the process.

"Hey!" Pony screeches, tears filling his bright, tiny eyes. I run over to him to ask if he's okay. Lightly, he taps me on the shoulder.

"You're it," he mumbles before walking inside. The poor kid's probably going in to tell his mama that Darry hit him. Well, I don't let it get to me. As long as he's not outside, he's not our responsibility to watch.

"I'm gonna get you, Soda!" I yell, running towards him. But then I run into Dally.

"Ha! Got 'cha, Winston!" I exclaim, laughing. Before I can run away, he grabs me by the waist.

"No, I got you," He says. And Sodapop comes running over, demanding him to put me down. After a second of thought, he does. And Soda gets mad at me for not tagging him.

"Well, sorry! He was right there," I tell him. He shrugs, then walks up to Dallas. They fight in low voices for a few minutes, before Soda declares that this game is over.

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At twelve years old, Soda and I are now starting 7th grade. A tall 8th grader, blonde hair and blue eyes with a killer smile comes up to me, telling me I'm pretty. He says he hasn't seen me around before and I blush, sending him a small but flirtatious smile.

"Let me get to know you," he says. I tell him okay and get so caught up in the moment that I agree for a date tonight. He walks away, telling me about how excited he is. I'm beaming when Soda starts talking.

"What was that about?" He asks. I shrug.

"You were right there," I said. "You saw what happened." I would explain it, but even I were too confused to know exactly what just went on.

"You're going out with him tonight?" He asks. I nod, still smiling dreamily.

"What about us?" He asks.

"What about us?" I ask. And for a moment, he looks heartbroken. Absolutely crushed. But then he fixes it with a smile and says, "Guess you musta forgot. Mom always takes us into the city after the first day. Ponyboy was real excited about coming with for the first time."

I spent about three weeks writing and putting all my effort into these... 500 words. And then I lost all energy to continue.... :)