The Outsiders Imagines

Sodapop Imagine

S. E. Hinton owns all the characters. Unfortunately.

My breathing came in and out in short breaths, my lungs burning from the lack of oxygen. My foot slipped as I walked across the mud, but I got right back up, not even trying to brush off the mud that will forever stain my jeans. People parted for me as I passed, all of them either looking down or staring at me, eyes full of pity.

When I finally reached the boys, Pony and Johnny tried to pull me away from the scene, but I pushed my way through them. Darry tried to talk me into staying away, but I simply brushed him off. The others didn't even try. They just sat there, surrounding him, their heads down.

When I saw him, I let out an emotionally sob/laugh, my hand coming up to cover my mouth. There he was -Sodapop Curtis- just lying there. No movement, not rising and falling chest, no twitching eyes- just there. Blood continued to pour from the wounds all over his stomach. That Soc, that bastard, had stabbed him so many times it was hard to believe such an action had been committed by a human being. I feel down onto my knees, right next to his body. I brushed some hair out of his face with shaky fingers.

"Soda?" I whispered, my voice cracking. "Hey, come on."

Nothing. My vision started to get blurry.

"Come on, you promised me we were gonna get married remember? You promised."

Still nothing. Tear drops fell onto his face and slid down his cheeks onto the muddy grass.

"Soda, please. Soda." I buried my face in his chest, my hands gripping his shirt. Tears now ran down my face and I was no longer able to hold back my sobs and all I wanted to do was scream.

So I did.

Gotcha!!! Haha, I'm sorry, but I couldn't resist. My friend told me not to do it, so of course, I did it. If you're crying, here *gives you a tissue and some chocolate and a teddy bear with Sodapop's face taped on it*. If you want to murder me, here *gives you an ax*. (Throw it at the nearest tree or cactus, if you live in the desert, to relieve stress, or that annoying kid at your school that thinks he/she knows everything. If you miss, run. If you don't miss, still run.

Okay, the real story starts here and begins in 3...2...1...and go!

"Are you sure you're okay?" Lucy asked, concern in her voice.

"I'm fine," I said, bitterly.

She skipped ahead of me. "You know when a girl says she's fine, she's not fine."

"It also means that she wants you to leave it alone," I muttered, taking a sip from my drink. When I realized that there was nothing in the cup for me to actually drink, I threw it into the nearest trash can.

"What kind of friend would I be if I left you alone to deal with all your problems by yourself?" She asked, wrapping her arm around my shoulders and giving me a comforting squeeze.

"A smart one," I said with a straight face. She pinched me. I winced and tried to pinch her back, but she leaped out of reach. She winked at me flirtatiously and I rolled my eyes.

"Honestly, Lucy, I wonder how I can put up with you."

"I ask myself that everyday, but I always know the answer"

"Oh? And what is that?" I asked, smiling slightly.

She smiled brightly at me, and grabbed my hands. "Because I love you. [Y/N], you're my best friend, and I plan on having one of each of our children marrying each other, so we can officially be related. Now, tell me what's bothering you?"