The Outsiders - Shorts

•Anger•

This will be an angsty one, look out! It might have a good ending, it depends how I feel later. (Hint: it's sad, and short.)

Also, listen to changes by xxxtentacion for a better reading experience.

***trigger warning for the end, sorry***

Pairing: Stevepop

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  "I can't believe you sometimes!" Steve was angry. His voice was raised. It scared Sodapop in a way he couldn't fathom. He wasn't scared of him getting violent. It scared him into getting angry. That didn't happen often. At all.

  Sodapop's voice softened slightly, "Why," his voice trailed off.

  "B-Because! You are just so oblivious and stupid!" Steve yelled. Steve didn't mean a word of that. He never, ever called Soda stupid because that hits a nerve. Soda was insecure about being stupid.

  Soda took a step back and widened his eyes. He looked down and Steve's angry mindset faltered a tiny bit.

  Sodapop looked up into his lover's eyes and whispered, "You don't mean that do you? How could you say that?"

  Steve widened his eyes, "Wait, Soda! I didn't mean-"

  Soda narrowed his eyes, "That's all you ever say," he raised his voice to match Steve's previous tone, "AND IT HAPPENS MORE AND MORE. I CAN'T DO THIS ANYMORE!"

  "But, Soda, we can fix this ba-"

  "No."

  "What?"

  "No, Steve."

  There they were. They stood in the kitchen of the Curtis household, the only ones in the house. Soda standing in the doorway, the closest to leaving.

  "I don't want to keep 'fixing it', it doesn't work anymore, Steve," tears started spilling out of Soda's broken eyes.

  "Soda, I love you. I can change. Baby, please, I-"

  "Steve, stop," Soda was getting angry again, "STOP LYING."

  It was Steve's turn to back up a step, but he still yelled as well, "I'M NOT, SODA."

  "Get out," Soda growled.

  "But- I-"

  "Get. Out."

  "Soda, I-"

  "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING HOUSE!"

  Tears were streaming down both of their faces, one more than the other.

  Soda hung his head low, as Steve pushed past him through the door.

  "I fucking hate you, Sodapop Curtis," Steve whispered. Soda barely heard him and was relieved when he heard the door slam.

  He slid to the floor, sobbing, no, bawling his eyes out. He gripped his hair, wishing his brothers would be home soon. But, they wouldn't be for a few more hours.

  He slowly got up, still crying just as hard, regretting everything he said. Tears blurred his vision as he reached his and Ponyboy's room. He went to the bed and reached under it to grab a box of his keepsakes.

  In it, were polariods of him and Steve. They were hugging, cuddling, kissing. There were pictures of the gang, some of his parents. None of this is what he was looking for.

  He dug underneath the pictures and found a certain, familiar object.

It was a sharp blade, just what he needed.