Revolution - An Outsiders / Sodapop Fanfic

Seven

Sydney and Soda really do enjoy each other's company. They woke up next to each other on the floor again, the next morning. They both like to sleep in until at least nine, which is sleeping in compared to the rest of us.

"Should we wake them up?" I asked around 8:30.
"Naw," Darry said.
"Yeah, they're just practising for the future," Abbey joked.
Even though they were joking around, you could see the sadness in their eyes. Today was Johnny and Dally's funeral.
"What?" I asked, "You think they're going to get married?"
"Abbey and I bet $20 on that five years ago," Darry laughed.

I thought about that as I ate my breakfast, about Sydney and Soda, I mean. What would it be like if they got married? I knew I could easily imagine them together for the rest of their lives. But this was a new thought, or taking that one further. What if they called me to babysit a little version of the two of them mixed together? I imagined their wedding. It wouldn't be a traditional wedding, it would look like a party. They'd look absolutely stunning standing next to each other, Sydney in her white dress and Soda in his tux, posing for the camera, about to cut a big fancy chocolate cake. Darry, Two-Bit, Shawn and I would be Soda's... I can't think of the word but you know what I mean. Steve would be his best man. Abbey would be a bridesmaid, and probably Sydney's cousins back in London, too.

I decided, I'd much rather it be Sydney than Sandy.

It wasn't going to be much of a funeral. Dally's parents don't even know he's dead because none of us knew how to contact them. Johnny's parents don't care. They're not coming. None of the rest of us had the money to do a real one.

We picked them out matching coffins and payed a guy to dig two holes in the nearby graveyard. We'd bury them side by side, maybe leave some flowers, and then it would be done.

Sydney walked between Soda and Steve. The three of them looked tuff. The boys wore clean, black tuxedos, and Sydney wore a simple black dress with her hair in a curly ponytail. She and Abbey both bothered to wear shoes today.

No one spoke the entire walk to the graveyard. The only sound was Sydney's humming, which she did when she was sad.

The police had put Johnny and Dally in the coffins and set them out for us when we got there. They didn't look peaceful like you'd expect them too. They simply looked dead, gone. We couldn't pay for them to be cleaned up. Johnny looked like he had in the hospital; burned and gross. You could see the holes in Dally's hip where he'd been shot. The man that dug the holes, put the coffins in and started filling the holes back up.

We were all sobbing. This meant our two best friends were really gone, forever.
"I can't look," Sydney cried as she buried her face in Soda's chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rubbed her back comfortingly. He leaned his head against her's and they cried together. Steve was sitting on the ground, crying into his hands, his elbows propped up on his knees. Two-Bit leaned against a tree, I leaned on Darry, and Abbey stood very still, holding her stomach.

It was over and we left. Sydney and Soda stayed behind. She watched as Soda plucked a bouquet of blue flowers from the gardens and placed on beside Johnny, one beside Dally, and came back and placed on behind Sydney's ear.

He gave her a sad smile and said, "They weren't happy here, anyway. They'll be so happy up there."
Sydney nodded and whispered, "Maybe they're not stars in the sky. Maybe they're openings where our loved ones shine down to let us know they are happy."

They both looked up. It was dark but not night time. There were no happy stars in sky, just heavy, grey clouds, filled with tears for Johnny and Dally. Soda couldn't help but admire the way the blue flower brought out Sydney's eyes.