Solace [Rose & Soda]

The air was cold and wet, the grass still muddy and damp from the night’s rain. The sky was gloomy and it seemed to fit the mood. Her heart felt like it was in her throat as she slid out of the car. She took a deep breath, fixing her black skirt as her mother rounded the hooded of the car. She was dressed in all black, face solemn as she gently herded her kids up the hill towards the gravesite.
It didn’t seem real and her knees were shaking but Rose didn’t reach out to grab her mother’s arm.
Two-Bit’s face was stone, not a hint of his goofy smile on his face. She never could read him but at least he had always been goofing around when he blocked everyone off. But this…this was unnerving.
The Curtis brothers were already there and Mrs. Mathews took Pony into a large hug, holding him tightly as she pressed a kiss to the top of his head. Just as Mrs. Curtis was to Rose, Mrs. Mathews was to the boys. Rose couldn’t look them in the eyes as she took her place by her brother. She felt Soda’s presence beside her and it was unnerving, nerves jumping in her body like sparks of electricity.
She had found such comfort in him during the last week but as soon as Pony and Johnny had come back it was like she had been slapped in the face, realizing she had found joy when she should have been mourning and worrying. When in reality some of the moments she had simply forgotten and allowed herself to smile slightly and laugh with him or fall asleep on his shoulder.
Steve and Evie eventually joined them in the middle of the cemetery lined with trees, the old tiny church just a few hundred feet from where they stood.
The hearse finally parked in the gravel lot and Rose closed her eyes, unable to keep her tears at bay. For the first time she wasn’t able to avoid or stuff things down inside of her. She had to stand there and face the wooden casket that was being unloaded.
And Soda being there was just salt in the wound.
Why had she been so stupid?

Frozen (Request)

All because of those stupid socs.

It was all their fault I’m like this.


Can’t walk.

I’m done.

And it’s all their fault.

Those stupid socs.


“So, you had a good time then, (Y/N)?” Soda laughed. We had just got done seeing some comedy movie at the drive-in.

“O’ course, Soda. Thanks for taking me. It…” I looked at the ground for a brief moment, then at the sky, “It really got my mind of things…. it’s been kinda rough since my ma’ died…”

He simply smiled. “Any time, (Y/N). I couldn’t stand seein’ one o’ my best buddies down ‘n the dumps like that. 'sides, you woulda’ done the same fer me!”

I blushed a little, and shook it off. All I did in reply, was nod.

Bored, a plan formed in my mind.

I smirked. “Hey, Soda…?”

He looked at me, still wearing that movie-star grin. “Yeah, (Y/N)?”

“Race you to that flag pole o'er there.” I pointed to a silver pole sticking up about 200 or more yards off.

“You are ON, (Y/N/N)” Soda smiled, then took off, not bothering to see if I was behind him or not.

I watched him run off in the distance. I felt kinda bad trickin’ him like that, but I really needed time to think alone. 'sides, he would’ve found it a funny joke after we found each other again.

Only a few seconds into thought, I heard a loud engine roar behind me.

Aw, shit.


Ignore them. I told myself, Maybe they’ll go away.

“Hey, Greaser, I’m talkin’ to ya!”

Ignore them!

“Fine, Imma assume you just can’t hear me.”

I heard the car stop and the doors open.

I started running.

I didn’t make it two steps before someone tackled me to the cement. I knocked my face hard on the ground,  feeling my nose break and became a little dizzy.

I was flipped off my face to see the soc who attacked me. The evening sunlight was highlighting his features. Honey-gold hair, light freckles on the bridge of his nose, and blue eyes. He donned a varsity jacked. Figures.

“Now, we don’ like bein’ ignored, little missy.” The soc growled, standing up off me. I was too scared and too cornered to try and escape again. The soc snapped his fingers, and three other socs surrounded me. There goes any thought of escape. “So, we’re gonna show you what happens when you don’t listen to those in charge of you.” He snapped again, and started kicking me. I closed my eyes in pain and rolled onto my side in a fetal position.

Feet came in contact with all parts of my body. I felt a foot kissing the back of my face multiple times. Someone was kicking my stomach, knocking the wind out of me each time I got it back. After a minute or so of this happening, I felt someone make contact with my back. I heard a loud snap, and slowly started slipping into unconsciousness from the pain.

“Hey, (Y/N), where were ya? I didn’ think you were tha’ slow, bein’ a runner an al— Hey, what'r ya doin!?” I heard a voice yell.


I started screaming for him. I heard a punch, unsure who it came from and who it hit, because I went out cold.

I felt myself bouncing up and down. Someone was holdin’ me in his arms. I groaned, and tried to shift myself so I was buried further in my rescuer. I winced.

“Hey, calm down. Yur’ gonna be fine.”


“D…Darry?” I muttered.

“Yeah it’s me. Go back to sleep.”

I was about to oblige to his request, when I remembered someone.

“What about… what about Soda?”


“He’s fine. He’s not far behind you. Saved your life, ya know…”

I smiled a little.

And fell asleep again.






I fluttered my eyes open. I glanced around. I… was I… in the hospital?

I observed the room around me. It was pretty plain. Sterile white. Even the bed I was on was completely white. The patient’s gown I wore was also white, with little grey dots on it. There was a heart monitor a foot away from my bed, along with one of those little bags with the solution in them. I observed the IV’s stuck in my arm. I realized how pale I was. I then realized someone was holding my hand.

I slowly turned my head to get a look at the face.

“S…Soda?” I choked out.  I was real thirsty, wasn’t I?

His eyes popped open. He smiled his biggest smile.

“(Y/N)! Oh god, you’re okay!” He cried. Tears were starting to fall from his eyes. “The doctor, he said he didn’ know if you was gonna make it! But'cha did, didn’ ya? You’ve been out for a week an’ a half, ya know! An’ your legs—” He stopped his supposedly-endless train of talk. His smile vanished.

“S-Soda… what about my legs?” I tilted an eyebrow.

He stood up. “You must be awful thirsty, huh? Here, I’ll get ya some! The nurse said it’s fine, just drink it easy.” He walked around the bed to the pitcher of ice and water on my bedside table.

“Soda, what about my legs?” I said, slightly more annoyed.

He poured some water in a paper cup and handed it to me. I happily obliged, the nice water moisturizing my sandy throat. “Here ya’ go!” He said, pulling a fake-but-hopeful smile.

I finished the cup and put it down. He quickly picked it up and went to pour some more.

“Sodapop Curtis! What about my legs!?” I was really angry, and worried, now.

He put the cup down, and slumped his shoulders. He started shaking. At first I thought he was angry, but then I realized that he was… crying.

He slowly turned around to look at me. His almost-permanent smile… gone. Tears were roaring past his cheeks, and making puddles on the floor. He was silent.

“Soda… what happened to my legs?” I silently pleaded at him.

He sighed, and took a deep breath.

“(Y/N)… when you were jumped… I… I got there too late. A soc kicked you in the back, and…”

I widened my eyes in realization. I tried wiggling my toes. Nothing happened. It was like nothing was there.


“(Y/N/N)…. You… you can’t…”

I was crying now. “No! No…!”

His tears were coming stronger now. “The doc said…. you…. you’re…. never gonna walk again…”

I tried to move my legs. I couldn’t. My legs were dead-weight now.

I couldn’t say anything. I buried my face in my hands and bawled. Soda came over and hugged me tight. He crawled on the bed beside me, and held me real tight.

“S-Soda… What am I gonna do? I was depending on my track record to get me into college, but now that I can’t run….” I muffled into his tear-stained chest. “How… how am I gonna get to college?”

He stayed silent. Like me, he didn’t know.

We stayed like that. For minutes. Hours. Days for all I know and care. There in each others arms. I broke the silence once more.

“Soda… what will I do now? I can’t do nothin’. I can’t run or walk, swim, ride a bike or drive…”

Suddenly, I felt a hand on my chin. It tilted my face up. He had a small smile on his face.

“Hey… now… don’t go 'n look at things you can’t do. Focus on things you can.” He, the classic Sodapop Curtis, was once again trying to brighten the subject.

“Like what?” I muttered.

“Well, for one, you’ll be a champion at sittin’.” He managed to get a chuckle out of me with that one, “And a master arm wrestler with that strength you’ll be gettin’ pushin’ a wheel chair. All sorts o’ things, (Y/N).” He strokes your (color+length) hair with his free hand.

I looked at his face more carefully. A new feeling came over me, one that I thought had been buried long ago.

He looked at me, smiled, and leaned in a little bit.

I was a little scared, but slowly, I did the same.

And when our lips met, fireworks exploded. Everywhere.

We pulled apart after a minutes, and we both smiled like an idiot.

He didn’ have to say nothing. I didn’ either. It was obvious about what just happened, and what will come to be.

All because of those stupid socs.

It was all their fault I’m like this.


Can’t walk.

I’m done.

And it’s all their fault.

Those stupid socs.

But, what they didn’t realize? Is they also pushed me to the love of my life. I may not be able to walk again, and that’s gonna take a really big toll on me and those around me, but I don’t care. I have Soda now. My best friend, my lover.

And it’s all those stupid socs’s faults.

Thanks, idiots.


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Soda Jealous imagine (request)

knock knock knock

“Come in! I’m almost done!” I screamed from my door. I heard two people voice their approval, and went back to what I was doing.

I grabbed my well-worn leather jacket off a hanger in my closet. It’s the only thing I ever thing I ever bothered to hang up. Everything else? Scattered. In my kitchen, floor, bed, bathroom, you name it. I have a closet, it’s just I don’t use it. I smelt the sweet, dusty smell of the cracked hide. Sodapop Curtis had given this to me for my birthday two years ago. I’ve worn it each day since. I quickly put it one as my heart fluttered. Sodapop Curtis. Soda. I had a huge crush on him. I have since we met back in third grade. I remember getting jealous whenever I saw him with some girl at the DX, or at school, wishing it was me. It killed me when he dated Sandy, and killed me even more when she left him. But despite our hardships, we’ve always had contact with each other. Even when he dropped out, we kept in touch. I loved that crazy, reckless, carefree boy. But all I am to him? Just his buddy. His best girl buddy, as he said.

I sighed and brushed my (hair length+color) behind my ears, and looked in the mirror. For a split second, I wondered if maybe he did like me that special way. Then I realized how wrong I was. Too fat. Too ugly. Too fake. That’s what my mom and dad always say when I’m home. It’s true. I’m stupid for thinking he may like me.

In my thought, I didn’t notice Soda sneak in the room and lift me up by the waist, tickling me as he did so.

“Soda!” I squealed, “You’re gonna ruin my hair!” after a few more seconds, Soda softly set me down. I turned at looked at his movie-star smile. My stomach got butterflies as my heart dropped to it. His heart-breaking smile…

I saw his mouth move, and I snapped out of it.

“S-sorry, what did you say?” I stuttered out.

“I said, ya ready ta go, (Y/N/N)?” He maintained that perfect smile.

“O-Oh!” I blushed, “Y-yeah! Sorry…. let’s go.” I blushed and pulled my best smile, my imperfect smile.

As we were about to head out of the bedroom, I remembered something.

“Soda! Wait! I got you this…” I jogged my skinny-jean clad legs and converse-covered feet to my bed, and reached under it. I pulled out a small cardboard box and handed it to him. He gave me a curious look, and opened the box, a bright grin overtaking his face.

“A watch! How’d ya know I needed one, (Y/N/N)?” He pulled out a small silver watch, instantly clipping it on his wrist.

“I…I remember you had that old one for years, and you said you needed a new one a few months back… so I saved up for it…. Do you like it?” I looked up at him shyly, a small grin on my face.

“Like it? Ah love it! Thanks, (Y/N/N), you’re the best bud I ever could have asked for!” He pulled me in a tight hug. A heart-breaking hug.

Steve knocked on the door, a mischevious grin on his face. “‘Scuse me? What ‘bout me?” He waltzed over, and we pulled from the hug.

“Aw, shoot, Steve, ya know you are my best buddy too. She’s just my best girl bud, that’s all.” He punched Steve in the arm, and the two started punching one another. They then took out the door, me dragging just behind them. A girl bud. That’s all I’ll be, huh?

We arrived at the party, at none other than Buck’s house. We could hear the yells and hoots from two blocks down. We arrived, and smoke combined with a touch of alcohol filled my nose. I wasn’t much of a drinker- I had the occasional drink. Today may just be an exception, depends on the situation. For now, I settled for a coke. The three of us walked, three drinks in hand. We danced and sang along to Elvis, sat down at The Beetles, and drank cokes to everything else.

“Should we leave? It’s gettin’ late, and your brother’ll kill us if we get there too late.” Steve piped up.

“Yeah… Prolly. (Y/N/N), you dig?” Soda turned his face to mine.

“Yeah, I guess so. My parents’ll  skin me if I’m late.” We all stood and went for the door. On the way out, I felt a hard pinch on my butt. I spun around, angry. “What’s the big idea?” I yelled over the noise.

“Ah, fiesty one, are we? A hot personality with looks to match?” The man was a greaser I knew from school. A real douchebag, drunk or not. I could tell from his voice he was barely drunk at all.

“Ey, knock it off! I’m not interested! Go find some dirt of your own, kay?” I turned, but he grabbed my wrist. “Hey!”

“Playin’ hard ta get are we? Well, I’m  just gonna let you go tha’ easy. You’re too fine of a catch. Now, how ‘bout we go upstairs?” He leaned in closer.
“Stop!” I yelped, but no one noticed. He grabbed ahold of my free wrist for good measure. Tears started filling my (eye color) eyes. I was actually scared.  He pulled me closer, when I heard a  familiar voice call out.

“Hey! let’er go!”


“Nah, man, she’s mine. I got’er first, finders keepers, ya know!” the boy said in a song sing voice.
“Hey, seriously, she doesn’t like that. Let her go!” Soda stepped closer, putting a hand on my shoulder.

“You know what? Fine! Take that whore of a broad away! I’ll go find mah own, you’ll see!” He stated with a firm hiccup, then drunkily walked away.

Immediately, Soda gripped my hand, an angry look on his face, and yanked me out the door.

The whole way home, he wore that same expression on his face. He also was holding my hand with an iron grip, wanting nothing to touch me but him. Finally, I stopped us in our tracks and pulled my hand away.

“Okay, that’s it. What’s up? Where the heck did Steve go?” I crossed my arms.

“He went home. I told him I was going to look for you. Let’s go.” He tried to grab me, but I yanked away once more. “(Y/N), Let’s go!”

“No! Why are you so angry? You’re more angry about this than I am, and I have no idea why!” I stated, trying to make it positive I was going nowhere until he answered me.

“Because he tried to kiss you!” He tried to grab me again, but failed. I took another step back.

“Why does that bother you so much?” I was getting angry myself now.

“Well, because, I, it’s, complicated!” He screamed, stepping towards me. This time,I didn’t back up.

“WELL?” I took a step forward, trying my best to be intimidating.

“BECAUSE I LOVE YOU!” He said putting both hands on my shoulders. “I always have! Ever since we first met in third grade on that swing set when you couldn’t get on the seat because you were too short, an’ I had to go n’ help ya! I didn’ realize it until after Sandy wen’ ‘n left me, when you were there to comfort me that whole week! I hated what the guy was doin’ to ya’, because I don’ wan’ any other guy with you but me! I was jealous, okay?“

He dropped his hands to his side, and collapsed onto the ground. "I… I love you.” He put his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

I was shocked. Overjoyed. Depressed. I don’t know! I stood there for a second or two. He liked me back. Something I never thought would happen… happened. I went and sat down by him. I lifted his face from his hands.

“I… I love you too. I always have too, you know. I just… thought you didn’t like me back. That I was your buddy and only that. But… I was wrong.” I lent in, nervous, and so did he, and we kissed. It was like fireworks. We pulled away after an eternity passed. And we somehow knew we’d there, side by side, for an eternity after.

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Time [Soda & Rose]

Five days. Rose knew Soda had been counting the days, the hours and even the moments that ticked by as the two of them usually waited in their new found comforting silence for them to walk through the door, for the phone to ring, for…anything really.

They settled into the groove of each other, Soda napped while Rose read, curled up on the couch. Or they made dinner for Darry together because they barely ate anything that wasn’t junk food considering how much Darry and Soda had to work. It wasn’t like they had the time to make a three course meal.

Especially now. It hurt Rose to see the two of them this way. Darry threw himself into work and trying to manage the pressure from the State coming at him from all sides. And Soda…he clammed up or cried and all Rose could do was soothe him when he broke their silence.

It was dark outside and crickets were singing in the cooling night air. The only light in the Curtis house was from the lamp Rose had turned on when she had settled into the couch, cracking open her book.

She sighed and sat back, trying to adjust on the couch, staring down at her book she was supposed to read for Literature. She could barely focus these past few days. Her vision blurred and she reached out, grabbing the lamp on the side table near the couch to pull it closer, hearing Soda shift in the dark kitchen.