the outsiders • imagines

burning : sodapop

as you walked down the streets of tulsa you couldn't help but notice a group of socs surrounding something and constantly kicking it. before you got involved, you listened to what the socs were saying.

"now, greaser, my girl ditched me today to go flirt with you. you should have learned by now not to pick up on our women." one soc growled before kicking the greaser on the ground in the stomach.

you squinted your eyes to get a closer look at who was being beat when you finally realized it was sodapop curtis, the cute boy that works at the gas station.

"hey!" you yelled. "leave him alone!" everyone turned to glare at you except for sodapop, who looked at you with glossy eyes.

"what're you gonna do about it, greaser girl?" one laughed. you groaned before flipping out your switch blade and pointing it at them threateningly.

"i'm gonna stab you. now leave him alone!" they could obviously tell you were serious, because in a split second they were speeding off down the road in their blue mustang. you ran over to sodapop and knelt down beside him.

his eyes were squeezed shut, his lip was busted, and he had his arms wrapped around his stomach trying to lessen the pain.

"are you okay?" you asked as you placed your hand over his. suddenly, you felt warm liquid cover your hand. you pulled back and the first thing you saw was your hand stained red. you gulped before moving his hand out of the way only to see a stab wound. he whimpered as you slipped his flannel off and tied it around the puncture to lessen the bleeding.

"oh jesus, sodapop, we have to get you help." you said as helped him up. he was starting to become limp, causing me to have to put an arm around his waist, and drape his arm over my shoulders.

"it's gonna be okay. where do you live?" you asked as his eye lids started closing.

he grunted as you placed a hand on his stomach to keep him from falling. "that house up there." he mumbled, drowsily pointing to a cute house a few yards away from us. dammit.

"okay, soda, i'm gonna leave you right here. and i'm gonna go get someone from that house to come here and carry you, alright?" he just slightly nodded as you laid him down against a tree.

you ran as fast as you could towards the house and when you finally made it, there was a group of six boys in the yard.

"oh my god, thank the lord!" you exclaimed as you fell of exhaustion onto their fence. a boy with rusty colored hair and dancing grey eyes caught you.

"what's wrong?" he asked. you turned to the oldest guy who looked similar to soda and grabbed his hand before dragging him out of his own yard.

"what's going on?" he asked as the others followed.

"just please... it's an... emergency." you got out in between breaths.

they ran behind me as you barreled ass down the road towards soda. when we got to him the guys all gasped.