associated with After the Storm
Nothing Good to Do (Two-Bit and Sodapop)
“Ugh,” Sodapop groaned, staring at the blank wall of his living room. It was surprising to him how boring a Saturday could be, but it all (kinda) made sense being that the only person hanging around his house beside, well, himself, was Two-Bit. Everyone else had other priorities; work to go to, school projects to be done, bets to be won…
“What the hell’re we gonna do, just sit ‘round all day? I’m goin’ stir crazy, Two-Bit.” Soda declared, letting his head roll on his neck to lazily face his pal. After a moment’s hesitation, he cocked an eyebrow to show that he was actually expecting him to answer.
Two-Bit was staring at the TV with his mouth open. He wasn’t really paying attention, he was almost falling asleep. He nearly jumped when Soda started talking. He’d been at the Curtis’ all day. His mom had the day off and decided to wake him up at an ungodly hour and try to get him to do some housework with her. He ran out of the house so fast he’s probably lost a few pounds already.
“Shoot, man, I don’t know.” Two-Bit shrugged, realizing his friend wanted an answer. “I’d say we should go bug Rose, but I think she’s workin’.”
He ignored the guilty expression on his friend’s face and made his way over to the fridge, pulling out his second beer of the day.
“Another beer?” Soda joked, shaking his head as he chuckled, trying to cover up the shame that Two-Bit didn’t seem to notice. “How ‘bout we walk around, try t’find some trouble? We just can’t get arrested again.” He smirked, remembering the time that they turned their similar situation into a back-flip contest.
Sodapop jumped up to sit on the table behind him, whistling and looking around his house for an answer. Soon, he jumped back down.
“Yeah. Let’s just go walk ‘round. We’ll find somethin’.” He decided, heading for the door before jumping up, remembering that in order to go outside, he had to put shoes on. He made a sour face as he slipped them on, then stood up to face Two-Bit.
Sodapop Curtis here!: Spare Change (Julia and Sodapop)
The rain was pounding on her car when Julia began to drive home from cheer practice, still in her uniform, all sweaty and soaking wet from the rain. It had begun to pour in the middle of practice, Julia was the captain and could have called practice off, but if they were gonna…
Julia straightened her ponytail, his name sounded a bit weird but she just smiled, “Thanks, I’m Julia. I ran out of gas while coming home from practice.” She listened to the rain pound on the roof, “I don’t think I’m gonna be able to get back home in this storm though. Should I just wait for it to pass?” She looked around her and began to realize that she really wasn’t in the best part of town, maybe taking the long way home to avoid being at home as long as possible wasn’t exactly her best idea.
She didn’t even wait for a response before she sat herself down on the bench. She was like that, she tended to do whatever she wanted, not always realizing if she was bothering someone. She didn’t think Sodapop looked bothered by her, he might even be a nice guy, even if he was working at a gas station. ”Ya gonna sit down?” she asked, patting the spot on the bench next to her, “Doesn’t look like you have that many other customers today, guess it’s the weather.”
“Yeah,” Sodapop chuckled, answering both of her questions at once. He plopped himself down beside her and smiled lazily. His arms were slung one over the other, adding an obvious carelessness to his even more obvious look of boredom. “Not many people come by’ere when the weather’s bad. Makes sense, bein’ that y’can’t drive a car all that well in this kinda weather.”
He chuckled again and glanced at Julia, then shrugged as he returned to staring out at the weather. “Hey, I’m surprised you made it.” He partially teased.
Nothing Good to Do (Two-Bit and Sodapop)
“Ugh,” Sodapop groaned, staring at the blank wall of his living room. It was surprising to him how boring a Saturday could be, but it all (kinda) made sense being that the only person hanging around his house beside, well, himself, was Two-Bit. Everyone else had other priorities; work to go to, school projects to be done, bets to be won…
“What the hell’re we gonna do, just sit ‘round all day? I’m goin’ stir crazy, Two-Bit.” Soda declared, letting his head roll on his neck to lazily face his pal. After a moment’s hesitation, he cocked an eyebrow to show that he was actually expecting him to answer.
Spare Change (Julia and Sodapop)
The rain was pounding on her car when Julia began to drive home from cheer practice, still in her uniform, all sweaty and soaking wet from the rain. It had begun to pour in the middle of practice, Julia was the captain and could have called practice off, but if they were gonna win anything the team needed serious practicing. Suddenly, her car began to sputter and slow down, she was almost out of gas.
“Really?! Great just great.” she thought. Now she was gonna have to find somewhere to stop and get gas while looking like a total train wreck. She pulled her car around to a gas station she’d never been to before, a DX on the edge of town. It was the closet place to her so it’d have to do.
She stepped out of the car and began to fill up her tank. When she was done she reached into her wallet, but found that she was 25 cents short. This was impossible, she always had enough money! It must’ve been her stepmother. She was always buying out every store around and Julia had lent her money numerous times. Asking someone for money was about to be so embarrassing. She stood by her car for a second before walking inside to see if anyone could help her out. She locked eyes with an employee.
“Wow” she breathed out. He sure was real good looking, she suddenly felt a little awkward and self conscious, something she was not accustomed to. She smiled at him and said ”Hi, I’m really sorry, but could I have 25 cents? I just realized I didn’t have enough money after I got gas, do you mind?”
“Oh, sure thing,” Sodapop grinned at her as he reached into his shirt pocket, finding the right amount of money, “Hey, what’re you doin’ out in the rain this late?” He flashed her one of his famous smiles (well, to the best of his ability) while dropping the money into the change slot of the pump for her. “I’m Sodapop, by the way.”
Most importantly, Soda wondered, What the hell is a cheerleader doin’ on this side of town? That was a question he decided he would leave for later, politeness coming first in their conversation’s priorities.
Regret Is A Funny Word [Soda and Rose]
Soda chuckled lightly and said, “Just outta gas,” as he shrugged. He then stood up and looked at Rose with a soft smile. The best smile he could form, honestly.
“The DX ain’t too far from here. We could walk and get some; it’d be on me, if you want.” He shrugged again as he wiped his hands together, trying to seem nonchalant. He then glanced at Two-Bit and laughed, shaking his head. “Two-Bit’ll be fine.”
And now Rose felt even more stupid. She hadn’t even realized it with how frantic she was to just leave the damn Curtis house. She looked at Two-Bit, considering Sodapop’s request. Her brother’s face was smooshed against the glass and even that couldn’t crack a smile out of her. She bit her lip, wandering back around to grab the keys out of the ignition. She rolled down the driver’s side window just a crack and locked the cars.
“No, it’s alright. I’ve got money,” she sighed, motioning for him to lead the way down the darkened street. She followed after him, leaving the lit up Curtis house behind. Some more people were out smoking and talking while a two people she could only see the silhouettes of shouted goodbye to everyone in the house and on the porch and wandered to their car.
The walk that only took ten minutes seemed like an hour of her trailing behind Soda, tightening her jacket around her torso. The walk was filled with an awkward silence, a stark contrast to what they had sat in last week. She wouldn’t break the silence. No, she wouldn’t, she told herself.
But finally, it was too much to bear. The silence cracked the bottle she had been stuffing all of her thoughts into.
“We are terrible people!” she shouted at him, crossing her arms across her chest. “We just buried Johnny and you’re trying to get with me. Your pregnant girlfriend left a week and a half ago and you’re sittin’ on the steps kissing me!” she snapped at him, throwing all the blame on him. But inside she knew that she was to blame and she also knew that Soda had a temper that was one with a short fuse. And this-she reasoned-was no exception.
“Are you kiddin’ me?!” Soda fired back, turning around. Suddenly, all of his nervous thoughts were covered by two main, and completely different, emotions: rage and pain.
He was in pain because, well, how could he not be? Rose was correct. Everything she was saying was true; he knew that it was all his fault. Hell, he was too stupid to stop himself even though he was fully aware of his poor decisions.
The blame for his rage was also answered with no problem: Rose had just planted all of the blame for the situation on him! As if she wasn’t at fault here. Huh, please! She was to blame just as much as he was, and he was going to let her know.
“You practically threw yourself at me! All you wanted to do was hug and touch, hug and touch, hug and touch! It ain’t like I was the one who decided that hangin’ out with you in the first place was a smart idea. You knew that I had just been dumped, any guy would be stupid to not go after you in a position like that!” He exclaimed with anger. How dare she! Soda tried to push himself more toward anger, instead of sadness, but it didn’t seem to be working.
It hurt. Her words did. He knew that it was mainly his fault.
But, hey, was he going to tell that to her right now? No way.
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Regret Is A Funny Word
“Hi, Rosie…” Soda barely breathed out. He crossed his arms over his chest, but before the gap between them was closed, his hands were at his sides again. Then, also within seconds, a hand up scratching the back of his neck. He tried to look up at Rose, but he couldn’t for some reason. He didn’t know why. He knew that he wanted to- hell, he wanted to do more than just look at her -but something was stopping him. Maybe it was the guilt.
“Oh, uh,” He spoke up, voice cracking, “Lemme see if I can help you with’that.” The words rolled off of his tongue with an uneasiness as if he hadn’t spoken to anyone for days. It seemed as though his mouth wasn’t working properly. I guess this is what happens when you kiss Rose Mathews, huh? Soda joked to himself, letting out a little laugh as he stepped forward and gestured to where Rose just had moments before.
Rose’s eyebrows shot up past her red, frizzy bangs when he laughed. She turned on her heel and walked away from him without another glance. Just get him to fix the car and move on Rosie. You did it once before you could do it again. She told herself, wandering back over to the car. Two-Bit was still passed out and snoring loudly in the passengers seat. She waved her hand at him with a sigh.
“He’ll be fine,” she told him, sliding in to pop the hood. She watched him move around to duck under it and she hesitated for a moment before slipping back out again. She made her way around the front and peered over his shoulder. What she saw as bits and bobbles and tubes and wires she assumed Soda saw the problem easily.
“So…what’s wrong with it?” she asked.
Soda chuckled lightly and said, “Just outta gas,” as he shrugged. He then stood up and looked at Rose with a soft smile. The best smile he could form, honestly.
“The DX ain’t too far from here. We could walk and get some; it’d be on me, if you want.” He shrugged again as he wiped his hands together, trying to seem nonchalant. He then glanced at Two-Bit and laughed, shaking his head. “Two-Bit’ll be fine.”
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