The Outsiders: Before My Time Sequel | Sodapop

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After that eventful dinner with his brothers, Soda and I came home and I immediately turned the television on to try to find something for us to watch to distract him from all the drama with his family.

I did tell him about how his brothers had apologized to each other before I went off to look for him, and that seemed to ease his tension over the situation a little. I'm not sure if it'll be good long term, but it'll do for now.

Before I really cracked down on trying to figure out what to watch, I went into the bedroom and changed into my pajamas since it was getting late, and we were more than likely not going to leave the apartment again for the rest of the night.

I threw on The Beatles shirt that Two gave me with long but incredibly soft and lightweight black modal pajama pants. I washed my face so I could strip the day off my skin, and I immediately had to put on a thick layer of moisturizer because my skin gets dried out so fast, especially after washing it.

I headed back out to the living room when my skin was looking like a glazed donut. Soda had taken off his shoes at the door and was sitting up on the couch, anxiously looking down at his lap and fiddling with his thumbs.

"I don't really wanna watch the boobtube," he said. His voice was a little shaky, but I thought it was because he was still shaken up over his brothers fighting in front of him again.

"Oh." I remembered that my mom likes to call the television the boobtube too. I turned off the TV which still had Netflix trying to load and I sat beside him on the sofa. "Then what would you rather do?"

"I would give anything to be in a rumble right now." Soda leaned back and punched the air as if he was practicing to fight. "Or go to a dance."

I guess the closest thing to that would be a club, but we would need to be three years older. And Soda would be so displeased with the way they dance in clubs now than the way they do back in his time. I don't think he would call grinding, dancing. Soda loves to swing dance. We went swing dancing together a few times in the 60's. He loves the high energy, throwing me around, and the fast rockabilly music.

"I have an idea."

I wanted to bring the dancing to Soda, if I can't bring Soda to the dancing. I jumped off the sofa and ran into our room. I rummaged through my things until I found a little speaker I got for Christmas a couple of years ago. As I connected it to my phone, I scrolled through my music playlists until I found one I thought Soda would love.

I headed to the front door and opened it. It was raining a little bit outside, but I didn't care. I turned around to look at Soda. He looked back at me confused and I asked, "are you coming?"

He immediately jumped to his feet and he ran to the door after me. I giggled as I ran down the slick wooden stairs and met him in the damp lawn in front of our apartment building. I had just realized I forgot to put on shoes.

I could hear little crickets chirping around us. It was dark so no one was around except for a few of the windows were still illuminated with light. The beauty of the moon painted in the night sky filled me with so much serenity. It peaked out from behind the rain clouds that were trying to blow away. I pressed shuffle on my phone and turned the music up loud. I placed the speaker and my phone on the soft grass and Soda was still walking over to me while the music began to play.

The first song that played is one that Soda absolutely adores to dance to. He recognized the tune immediately as Rip It Up by Bill Haley. He let out a little smile and his laugh made his head fall back. Drops of rain fell down our faces and soaked into our clothes. I could see his breath in the crisp cool air, which explains the jean jacket he was wearing. It has a fur trim collar, my favorite jacket of his to steal.