bexley curtis ✰ || the outsiders

Seven

Sodapop's POV

"You workin' late, buddy?" Steve mentioned as he started to close the garage door shut, locking it.

"Nah," I shaked my head as I started picking at the stain that was marked on the counter. I lifted my head up and looked at the clock which marked 10:46, then back at the counter. "Boss didn't want me to stay late anyways.. gotta get home."

I grabbed the towel that swinged around my shoulder, throwing it in the bucket beneath the counter.

"Golly," Steve chuckled as he stood in front of the door waiting for me. "That pretty red corvette was a real treat to work on today."

I smirked. " 'specially them pretty sets of wheels."

We both walked out, closing the doors and locking it behind us as we started heading on home. Steve was mentioning about Evie half of the time. That couple always got somethin' going on.

"Me and Evie's anniversary is coming up.. gonna be ten months." I could hear him smile.

I nodded, sticking my hands in my pocket feeling the breeze blow back my DX shirt that was left opened. Every time Steve mentioned Evie, it always reminded me of Sandy. Sandy was one pretty girl lemme tell ya, we have so much in common; we really dig each other.
As I was looking down watching my feet walk along the sidewalk, I could see Steve looking at me in the corner of my eye. I turned my head and looked at him.

"You seem awful quiet," he said. "Somethin' on your mind?"

I wanted to be honest with Steve. He likes to tell me everything that first pops up in that head of his. Every time I mention Sandy, he always tells me I could do better than that broad. But I really dig her. A lot. I know she's the one.

"It's Sandy man," I smiled. I could hear Steve sigh, which means he absolutely hates the subject.

"Listen, I know how much you dig Sandy. But she's an all show and no go. Even Evie knows she ain't the one for ya."

"Yeah," I rolled my eyes. "I could say the same about you."

"Huh?" Steve stopped in his tracks in the middle of sidewalk.

I turned around and looked at Steve as I stopped.

"Soda.." Steve walked closer. "I want you to be happy and I want the best for you, man. Why want a chick to keep ditchin' ya and usin' ya for no reason. You can do better.. someone who actually likes ya for yourself, not just your looks."

He studied me as he kept going.

"You got all them girls hangin' on your arms at the DX. It's the best feelin' but datin' one of em? I wouldn't do that man. Dallas would because he's the same way."

"Yeah? If anything he better not use my sister or he's going to sleep with the fish and get it, big time." I was serious and I really meant it.

We walked on home, having more conversations about cars, people who come in and don't know what to do. Even the jokes we always talk about in the garage.
We stopped at the gate, I unlatched it. Before I took another step, i turned around and looked at Steve.

"You stayin' or you kickin' back at your house?"

He shrugged, taking in a breath. "I'll stay."

I gave him a small smile in return as we reached the door. I opened the door and stepped in, my head turned around talking to Steve. I was a little confused considering Steve was staring at something past my head. I turned around, and there laid Bexley. Darry was fixing her up, he was leaned over so I couldn't make out exactly where he was fixing her. I walked over, staring at Bexley.

"The hell happened?" I questioned, my eyes widened.

"No idea," Darry said in his tight voice. Whenever he talks in a tight voice, you know right off the bat that he's nervous / annoyed. "Dallas brought her back, found her in the alleyway."

He ran a hand forcefully through his hair, taking in a deep breath, letting it go. I walked over, kneeling in front of Bexley as I grabbed her hand, gently running my thumb over her knuckles.

"Bex..? Princess?" I asked wondering if she's still awake.

Bexley's POV

I peeled my eyelids opened, looking at Soda. His smile that could light up the whole room as soon as you walk in. Its impossible not to smile when he is, he always makes sure you smile. The one time I was pretty grouchy because me and Ponyboy had an argument over something stupid; it's a sibling thing. Soda wanted me to buddy him to go to the movies with him, he told me a lot of sweet things to make me smile because he knew I was mad. I swear he can read anyone like an open book.

I smiled, fiddling with my thumbs.

"What happened, little Curtis?" Steve asked. He was leaning against the door frame, licking the frosting off his fingers.

I furrowed my brows as I took a glance at the frosting smeared all over his lips, and back into his eyes.
"Nothing."

"Bex.." Sodapop said as he tilted his head. He knew I was fibbin'. "What really happened."

I shrugged. "Nothing like I said, nothing important."

"Oh really?" Ponyboy stepped in, his arms crossed.

I glanced over at him. I glared hard at Pony, I forgot he knew about me and Erik. I knew if I didn't speak up in a minute, he would breathe every damn word out. If the whole gang knew, that's it, I'm buried 50 feet underground. I could see in the corner of my eye that the gang was going back and forth between us.

"Why don't you shut your trap for once, ever thought about that?" I commented, giving Pony a warning look.

"We're family. Every thought about that? I don't think you did." He argued.

"Alright, enough you two for god's sake before I knock your two heads together!" Darry said.

"What?" I sat up, looking at Pony. "What the hell kind of comment was that?"

"A comment you never even had time for. Because all you do is run around town with Mr. big shot who you're head over heels for,"

"I don't know what you're talking about."

"Yeah, act like you don't know what on earth I'm talking about; what a great sister I am glad to have." He rolled his eyes, walking outside.

I felt like knockin' him straight to the ground, and Darry could see that right through me. He shakes his head.

"You better not, understand?" He pointed a finger at me, walking back into kitchen.

"Yeah... sure." I laid back, crossing my arms.

"What was that kid even talkin' about?" Steve mentioned as he looked at me for an answer.

"That blonde headed monkey always has somethin' travelin' around his head." Two-but chuckled as he took a swig of beer. "Of a matter of fact, he always seems to have something going inside that small head. They never get along."

Two-bit was right. Me and Pony never seemed to have got along. I don't know what happened, the old days we always did everything together. Now, we can't stand each other in sight.

"Yeah," Soda modded, glancing at me. "I don't know what's gotten into em'."

"So princess, tell me who this big shot is," Dallas popped in the door, smirking as he took the weed out of his mouth; blowing the bits of smoke in front of his face. "I'm pretty sure I know who."