Girlies!!

Norman F Rockwell

D Winston x reader

Warnings : toxic relationships , toxic men , mentions of sexual topics , drinking , Dallas Winston

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God damn, man child

You fucked me so good that I almost said “I love you”

You were laid down in your floral sheets, your mind no longer filled with self conscious or nervous thoughts as your boyfriend laid down next to you. Your breathing had calmed down and your eyes scanned over Dally’s face. He had a proud grin on his lips like he had just won the lottery, you don’t know whether to be proud or regret the whole thing. Dallas had sat up resting his bare back against your headboard. He seems bored but how can he be after how you both showed all of your love?

You sat up next to Dallas and smiled. He glanced back at you and raised an eyebrow.

“What?”

“Nothing…it’s just I wanted to tell you I-”

He got off of your bed and began to get back into his clothes, not even paying attention to what you have to say.

“Mhm, sounds great doll.”

You just sat there, just watching him as he pulled on his leather jacket and lit up a cancer stick. He put his boots back on and cleared his throat as he met your gaze again. You somehow smiled as you met his eyes but it wasn’t returned. It never will be.

“Uh..same time tomorrow?”

You nodded your head slowly not being able to comprehend the reality that he doesn’t love you. You just can’t comprehend that he’s using you…

You’re fun and you’re wild

But you don’t know the half of the shit you put me through

You of course decided to go to one of Bucks parties as Dal’s girl. You knew he felt proud with his arm slung around your shoulders as you both walked into the busy and messy bar. You obviously know what your purpose is for the night, you’re here for Dallas..so you have to have fun. You have to listen to him and not make a scene. You have to be perfect. He walked around the party with you at his hip the whole night. You sat in his lap as he talked to his Greaser buddies, he talked about his wild adventures and he played pool. It felt like how it was supposed to, it was supposed to be a fun, crazy party. It was of course but the night turned when the drinks came along.

You lost Dallas in the big crowd and now you’re alone. You’re alone in a crowded bar with guys you don’t even know around you. You came to be perfect for your boyfriend, to show him you’re everything he needs. But you second guess your perfectness when you see him with another girl. He’s got her pinned to the wall with his hands on her hips and in one blink of an eye his lips are on hers.

You froze as you stared at the scene happening across the bar.

“He’s just drunk” you tell yourself.

But when you’re walking out of the warm bar by yourself into the cold night. You second guess if he even does love you. But every time you think that you always say “He’ll change.” But the change hasn’t came yet and you’re still waiting for it.

Your poetry’s bad and you blame the news

But I can’t change that and I can’t change your mood

Dallas had come over after a few weeks of ignoring you. You’re the one that reaches out to him and you had after the party but he never called back. He never reached out asking if you were ok or if you wanted him to pick you up from school. Nothing.

But the reason why he did come over wasn’t for apologizing about kissing a girl in the same room as you, but for a hookup. You guess he got bored of all the other girls so now he’s going back to someone he knows will give in so easily, and you give in. Every. Single. Time.

“Come on, Doll. It’ll be quick. ‘Just wanna spend time with my girl.”

Your breathed hitched in your throat as he put his hands on your hips, his hands moving up and down your sides.

“I don’t know Dal..I’ve got a headache.”

His eyebrows furrowed at your comment and he shook his head.

“Headache? Great. It’s always something with you, huh?”

You looked up at him and felt your heart race. You feel like you’ve screwed up because now he’s pissed. He’s pissed he can’t get in your pants and he’s going to turn it all on you.

“Sorry Dal, it’s just-”

He scoffed and raised his hands in mock surrender.

“Whatever, man. You don’t wanna spend time with your guy? I get it, I know when I’m not wanted.”

He began to step away from you but you know he won’t leave because you’re wrapped around his fingers.

“Wait. I do wanna spend time with you. I’m fine..it’s okay.”

And that’s how he’s gotten full control over you. He knows you’ll let him use you. He knows he’ll get whatever he wants from you because he has full control.

‘Cause you’re just a man

It’s just what you do

Your head in your hands as you color me blue.

Yea, you’re just a man all through and through

Your head in your hands as you color me blue

No matter where you go with Dallas it feels like you can’t leave him. You can’t leave his side because you know he’ll find someone better than you. He’ll show them off like he used to with you, but now he already has you and there’s no fun in that.

Goddamn man child

You act like a kid even though you stand six foot two

Self loathing poet, resident Laurel Canton, know it all

You talk to the walls when the party gets bored of you

But I don’t get bored, I just see you through

Dallas had been talking to his buddies at the bar, Sodapop Curtis, Steve Randle and Two-bit Mathew’s. But something changed when the girls started walking in and started a conversation with everyone else except Dallas. His brows furrowed and his mouth twitched into a sneer. You were sat at the bar just watching Dal’s face turn in annoyance and you couldn’t help but wonder, “why would no one pay attention to him?”

Dallas had caught your eyes and sauntered over to you, his sneer turning into a grin. He sat next to you in the empty seat, that was his earlier until he left you to go talk to his friends.

“What’s up with you, sweetie?”

And that’s how the night had started. You listened to his New York accent drawl as he spoke about his flashy and wild decisions back in New York. He’s told you them before but you don’t mind. You could listen to him talk forever. You know he’s drunk and that might be why he’s paying you so much attention and repeating the things he has told you many times before.

“You’re a real broad, huh?”

You smiled to yourself and couldn’t help but giggle like a little school girl.

“Yea..you’re some hot broad, Cherry.”

Why wait for the best when I can have you?

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Paparazzi

Soda C x Reader

Warnings: sappy Sodapop Curtis, obsessed reader

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We are the crowd

We’re coming out

Got my flash on, it’s true

Need that picture of you

It’s so magical

We’d be fantastical

You and Sodapop Curtis have been friends for a long while. Too long. Your stomach turns every time you see him smile at another girl that flirts with him at the DX. Every single time. There’s always that usual group of girls that are preppy Soc wannabes. They want his attention. They want him. You can’t help the fact you want him too.

“You know what’s weird?”

You leaned back against the gas pump as Soda worked on an old car. He was under it and you couldn’t help but admire the way his hands worked on the car.

“Lots of things are weird. Like this car has the right gas but-”

You cut him off not caring about the junky car.

“Yeah, yeah. But we’ve been friends for so long and we have no pictures together.”

He was quiet for a few seconds as he worked on the car. You shifted on your feet as you looked over at him. You thought you were being subtle but you just really want a picture of the gorgeous man you’re luckily friends with.

“Yeah..I guess you’re right. I only got one picture of me and Steve. I wish I got a camera-”

“I got a camera! Hold on I left it inside, let me get it real quick.”

You couldn’t help the butterflies that were fluttering in your stomach. You got to take a picture with your handsome best friend.

You quickly grabbed the camera that you got for your birthday last year before subtly fixing your hair before walking back outside. When you got outside Soda was out from under the car and was wiping the grease off his hands with a rag. You smiled at him and he returned it.

“Here. Now we can finally get a picture together and I’ll get one with Steve and you.”

He grinned and nodded his head.

“Great. How do I look? Do I look like the finest guy in Tulsa?”

Your heart stammered and you smiled. You were gonna agree but you decided to swat his arm anyway and just laugh.

“You’re so conceited it’s sickening.”

You fixed the camera before holding it up. Soda stood next to you and he put his arm around your waist for the picture. You felt your face heat up and the camera clicked, a white flash occurring. After a few seconds you put the camera down and you took the printed photo out of the camera. You smiled to yourself as you looked at the photo. You couldn’t wait to flaunt this picture to all your friends. You took a picture with the Sodapop Curtis.

Leather and jeans

Garage glamorous

Not sure what it means

but this photo of us it don’t have a price

Ready for those flashing lights

“Whoa! You got a picture with that hottie?”

Your friends were over for whatever reason. You mostly wanted them over to flaunt the gorgeous picture you had hung up on your desk with all the other pictures you had with your friends.

“Yep.”

“Lucky, he’s so cute!”

“I wish I got a picture with him.”

“So…are you guys like going steady or something?”

You jumped at that last question by one of your friends.

“What? No. Nuh uh. We’re just friends.”

Your friend’s eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“So he put his hand on your wait for a picture just for you guys to be friends? Sure..”

You bit the inside of your cheek as you let your friends word sink into your head. Soon everyone else there started to agree to what she said and you couldn’t help but think about Sodas feelings.

You held the photo in your hand as your eyes looked at Sodas gleaming face. He has grease on his face and hands but he’s still cute. He has a smile that can bright up the whole sky. You just wish you were more than friends.

‘Cause you know that baby I’m your biggest fan

I’ll follow you until you love me

Paparazzi

Baby, there’s no other superstar

You know that I’ll be your paparazzi

You were sat in the diner booth with Steve, Evie and of course Soda. Soda had invited you to tag along since he “didn’t want to be alone.” You were glad to tag along since you liked Evie and Soda. You got to be by his side the whole time and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

Soda and Steve sat across from you and Evie in the booth so you both could get a good look at the boys. You smiled as Soda talked about cars or drag races which you had no interest in. But what you liked was how his eyes would light up when he talked about his interests or how his smile would grow when he knew you were watching him.

“Steve, remember when Two-bit chugged so much beer it came out of his nose?”

Sodapop chuckled and you raised your eyebrows, so did Evie. Steve rolled his eyes and slapped Soda on the back of his head

“That was me doofus!”

You and Evie snickered. You loved watching Soda and Steve interact it was funny seeing two best friends having a great connection.

“Guys, please don’t fight I want to enjoy my burger.”

Evie shook her head as she spoke and you giggled.

“Oh, yeah? You want to take this outside, buddy?”

“Maybe I do.”

Steve and Soda started ruffling each other’s hair but they started to die down when extra fries came to the table. You sipped on your Coke and glanced around the diner then back at the table. You laughed when Soda grabbed the tomato off your burger and you rolled your eyes.

“What?”

“Did you just take my tomato?”

He shrugged before grinning.

“I know you don’t like em’ so I took it.”

You nodded your head before closing your burger.

“Thanks.”

“Anytime, sugar.”

He winked at you and you felt like your stomach was filled with butterflies.

When everyone was done eating it was time to head out since it was already getting dark. Steve and Evie walked together and you and Soda were left alone.

You both walked side by side on the cracked Tulsa pavements. You guys didn’t talk about anything in particular just everything that was on both of your minds.

“So Goofys a dog?”

“No he drives a car, Soda.”

“Didn’t Mickey drive a boat?”

You tilted your head in thought but shook your head.

“That’s steamboat Willy.”

“They’re the same mouse!”

You and Soda started to laugh as you continued to walk to your house. The sky was filled with stars that lit up the whole sky. You glanced over at Soda who was looking up at the stars as you both walked.

“You’re gonna trip, Soda.”

“Nope..looks I can do this backwards.”

He started to walk backwards as his eyes stayed looking up at the sky. You shook your head before you both got closer to your house.

“You know, I never realized how pretty something so far away could be.”

You looked over at him and shrugged your shoulders.

“The stars are pretty.”

His eyes landed on your face as you looked up at the stars. Sure you were talking about stars but he was talking about you.

“You know, if I had a lasso I could capture one of the stars for you.”

You laughed and you both continued walking up towards your drive way.

“I’m serious. Whatever you want I’ll get it for you.”

His words were sincere but how would you tell him that you want him?

You both stood on your front porch with Soda infront of you.

“I had fun tonight.”

“Me too, we need to do that more often. Maybe just us next time.”

You smiled softly and nodded your head.

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

He grinned widely as he looked at you. His eyes lingered on your face longer than they should be.

“Great. Let’s call it a date!”

Your mouth fell open but you couldn’t speak. He chuckled before stepping off your porch and trying to moon walk down your drive way.

“See you later pretty baby!”

Promise I’ll be kind

But I won’t stop until that boy is mine

Baby, you’ll be famous

Chase you down until you love me

Paparazzi

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𐙚 Master List 𐙚

Dallas Winston:

Fooled Around and Fell in Love

The one that got away…

Norman F Rockwell

You Don’t Own Me

Darrel Curtis:

~none yet~

Sodapop Curtis:

The Way Things Go

Johnny Cade:

Johnny Angel

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My OC’s / Made up

Characters by me!

My OC’s:

Mood board/aesthetic - Adriana Baker

Mood board/aesthetic - Briana Robinson

Mood board/aesthetic - Jessie Jackson

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About the writer!

Outfits I’d wear in

~ The Outsiders ~

I’d wear this to the diner where you get the most delicious mint chip ice cream and strawberry milkshakes with my girlies. The shift dress is nice and movable for when the jukebox is playing the best of Lesly Gore and The Beach Boys. The sunglasses are for the hot weather in Tulsa and to push my hair out of my face. My hair would be perfectly curled and have a small beehive in the back since I would want the best hair in all of Tulsa.

I’d wear this on a windy Tulsa day as I visit the greaser gang. I’d talk to Ponyboy about the new movie I saw or help Darry clean up the kitchen. I’d try to subtly sneak glances at the juvenile greaser that is smoking so freely in everybody’s faces. My dress is light and airy so I won’t sweat as much as I try to beat the boys in a card game. My hair is put back so no one would try to mess it up..Two-bit.

I’d wear this to hang out in the lot or simply go to Bucks bar with the gang. I’d wear the jeans just to stay subtle and not bring attention that a preppy girly is with a bunch of greasers. I’d wear the heels to stay classy and to match my shirt. My hair would be softly curled but held back with a headband so when I’m dancing to the Stones my hair won’t get in my face.

I’d wear this on a rainy day in Tulsa. I’d make trips to the library or simply to the record store to check out the new Supremes album. The Gogo boots help with keeping my feet dry during the rainy day. The dress helps keep me warm and fashionable throughout my whereabouts through different stores. The hat helps my hair stay dry but also fashionable. My hair is put back so the wind won’t push my hair into my glossy lips.

I’d wear this to bed and subtly stay up late waiting for Dallas to sneak through my window. My record player will be on softly playing Sinatra as I flip through one of my many Vogue magazines. My hair would be pinned up in curlers before bed so in the morning my hair would be softly curled. My nightgown is soft and silky so when I go to sleep I’ll be comfortable and feel like a princess.

Soc! reader or Girly! reader would definitely have a picture of Dallas likes this…

(This is my photo and my man)

Priscilla and Marilyn Monroe for me 😭

scary how it actually happened

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~Fooled Around and

Fell in Love~

D Winston x reader

So..this song Fooled Around And Fell In Love by Elvin Bishop reminds me so much of Dallas Winston x reader??

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Explanation + imagine :

So obvi Dally is a tough guy and has that cold, tough demeanor. He obvi doesn’t care about anyone but himself..except for Johnny. Do you really think he’d care about any of the girls he had hooked up with?? No!

But!

I honestly do think if Dal was falling for one of his girls he’d try being near them 24/7! He’d def try to get a rise out of them before distancing himself when he feels like he has gotten too attached. Like this boy will avoid you at all costs..I’m not exaggerating.

The song lyrics for from that playboy to someone who is head over heels for someone he wasn’t supposed to! But of course knowing Dallas Winston he def would not admit his feelings to anybody..or himself!

But I do imagine the gang teasing him because he is so damn obviously in love with this sweet amazing girl! But he’ll just brush it off saying it’s just another broad of his.

The Diner

The Diner bell rings as the front door swings open. In comes Dallas Winston and his two Greaser buddies, completely filling the calm atmosphere with trouble and chaos. Your shift was going great since it’s one of those slow Sunday afternoons, but when Dallas slid into his booth and looked over at you with that careless grin..you knew your shift was ruined.

Dallas leaned back against his booth with his legs sprawled out under the table. He had a cigarette hanging out of his mouth, completely ignoring the no smoking sign at the front. His two buddies sat across from him. One of his buddies looked about 14 and too young to be hanging out with a person like Dallas. The other looked 16 and shaken, he has scars on his face and looks like a beat up puppy.

You sighed to yourself as you grabbed your notepad and your pen before gathering the courage to go over to the Greaser table. You smiled as you made your way over before stopping at their table with your notepad in hand.

“Hello boys, how’re ya’ll? Would you guys like to hear our specials for today?”

You kept it light and sweet even though you dreaded serving Dally. He’s trouble and you know it, he knows it. But somehow he always seems to be wherever you are or just trying to get a rise out of you on purpose. That might be why he’s here now, sitting in your seating area, with a smirk on his lips and a gleam in his eye.

“Hey, honey. I don’ need to hear any of that crap..all I need to know is if you’re on the menu.”

You grimaced at his comment. That sentence just proved that this person is in fact Dallas Winston.

“Uh..no. But you need to stop smoking in here, Dallas. There’s a sign out front.”

You turned your head to the front entrance before pointing at the sign, then glancing back at him.

“No smoking inside the diner.”

He scoffed and shook his head, like you’re making this whole thing up.

“Why the hell would I listen to a sign about what I can and can’t do?”

You glanced at the boys that sat across from Dal, then back at Dallas. His protest is stupid and this whole thing is a waste of your time.

“Well your decisions will affect the people sitting here and I won’t be able to serve you boys if you’re smoking. Rules are rules, whether you like it or not.”

Dallas rolled his eyes before glancing back at the boys who sat across from him. He scoffed at their embarrassed and upset looks before putting his hands up in mock surrender.

“Sure, whatever you say honey.”

He took the cigarette out of his mouth before putting it out on the table, his eyes never leaving yours. You rolled your eyes at this action and looked at the two boys that sat across from him. You smiled sweetly before clicking your pen as you got ready to write.

“What would you cuties like to drink?”

The smaller boy, with green eyes, smiled before glancing at Dallas then at the menu.

“Uh..can I get a Pepsi, please?”

You nodded your head as you wrote down his order before glancing at the boy next to him. The boy next to him is the one with the scars and looks like a beat up puppy.

“What about you, hun?”

He smiled before glancing down at the menu then at Dallas. Dallas spoke up.

“He wants a Coke, Doll.”

You nodded your head and wrote down his order before glancing back at Dallas Winston.

“What would you like, Dallas?”

He smirked and sat up in his seat as he locked eyes with you.

“One coffee, but I don’t want any of that sugar crap. Just black, sweetie.”

He winked as he said one of the many nicknames he gives you, with that thick New York accent. Somehow, the nicknames roll off his tongue like warm butter. He has this crooked grin on his lips that makes you almost want to melt to your knees.

“Alright. So..just a plain black coffee, a Pepsi and a Coke?”

You glanced at the table and the two boys nodded their head. You were about to walk off to grab their drinks but Dallas stopped you by his big ass boot being in the way. You locked eyes with Dallas before raising an eyebrow.

“You forgot something, Doll”

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion before glancing down at your notepad. You slowly shook your head.

“No..? I got all the drinks down-”

“You forgot to give me your number.”

Your lips made a thin line out of annoyance. You really don’t want to be dealing with Dallys bullshit right now.

“Lay off, Winston”

You huffed and walked away with your notepad gripped in your hand.

Dallases eyes never left you as you scurried away from his table. He has this dumb grin on his lips because he knew he hit your boiling point. He got just what he wanted..well almost all of it. He still wants a chance, but he knows you’ll never give him one.

He turned back around in his seat but when he did he was met with two young boys grinning. Dal furrowed his eyebrows.

“What the hell are you guys smiling at?”

Pony perked up but was careful with how he spoke or whispered.

“Dal has a crush…”

Dallas scoffed and shook his head before glancing back at where you were, this made Ponyboy and Johnny snicker. Dals head snapped back towards them before he spoke up.

“You better shut the hell up, man, before I smack you both into next week.”

- And that’s how, just maybe, Dallas Winston had fallen for someone he shouldn’t -

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hi! maybe you can write about “the way things go” by beabadoobee with soda or darry! please :)

@whitemanswh0r3

Of course!!! I actually had ideas for the both of them but I choose…

The Way Things Go…

~Sodapop C x reader~

warnings: war, death, angst, etc.

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And there’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy

And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try

Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind

But I guess that’s the way things go

You had your eye on Soda for a while now, always have and always will. But the worse part is he isn’t even yours. He’s Sandy’s. She’s pretty but it doesn’t make up for her personality. You’ve caught her talking to Tony during gym and you were itching to tell Soda when school ended. But of course she got to him first, he’d never belive you anyway. Sandy’s his girlfriend you aren’t.

But that changed when she got pregnant and moved to Florida in ‘65. You knew it was Tony’s baby but you didn’t have the heart to tell him that then or ever. Now you’ve gotten his attention that you’ve been longing for since high school. By now Soda would have already been engaged to Sandy since the class of ‘66 had graduated three years back. You wonder if Soda had ever had the same thoughts about you as he did with Sandy.

The record spun round and round as it played the soft hum of “I’ll be seeing you” by Jimmy Durante. Soda had his eyes on yours as you both swayed together to the slow, romantic song. You smiled softly as your arms wrapped around his neck.

“I love you, Pepsi-Cola.”

He grinned when you confessed to him the words you have many times before.

“I love you too..that’s why I gotta tell you somethin’.”

You raised your eyebrows at that. He seems happy..is he actually doing it? Is he proposing?

“I..got drafted. I’m gonna be fightin’ in Vietnam..”

You froze as he said that. Your whole world felt like it had crashed. You knew about the war going on, everyone did, but you didn’t think he would get drafted.

“Hey, hey. Don’t worry, everything will be ok. I’ll write to you everyday and it’ll be like I never left.”

You shook your head and you felt the tightness in your throat and the sting in your eyes.

“No, Soda. This isn’t alright! You can’t just tell me you’ve gotten drafted to war and say everything will be ok.”

He shook his head and cupped his hands around your face to make you look up at him. He was hurting as much as you were but you knew he’d never show it, he had to stay strong.

“Shh..I promise I’ll make it back to my girl. I love you, you know that I always keep my promises.”

He tried to smile at you but his chin quivered as your glossy eyes met his. You knew this draft would affect your relationship, but you’ll never know how until the day comes.

Can’t remember how to say your name

Let alone count all the freckles on your face

A distant memory that I used to know

Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go

The train station is crowded it’s like the whole town is here and you can’t help but wander how it’ll be like when it’s time to pick them up four years from now. You fiddle with your necklace around your neck as you watch Sodapop say goodbye to each of his buddies one by one. Your heart aches as you watch Soda’s face. He’s smiling but it never meets his eyes. His eyes aren’t bright like they usually are and you doubt they’ll ever be again.

You shift on your feet as Soda stands infront of you. He puts his duffel bag down on the ground next to him and he tilts his head as he looks at you. He’s already wearing his uniform.. military uniform. You feel like you’re going to break down right now and you belive Soda feels the same exact way.

“Soda, let’s just run away! Come on, let’s go now. Let’s just ditch this whole thing-”

He shook his head and cupped your face with one hand so he could wipe away any stray tears.

“We can’t. I can’t.”

The train horn blew once again and your stomach turned. You shake your head and the tears pool in your eyes.

“Soda, don’t leave. Don’t leave me please.”

You begged him to stay but all he could do was pull you into his arms and let you cry into his chest. Your hands clung to his body like it could keep him there with you until forever. He pulled back just a bit to see your face. He smiled and grabbed something out of his pocket.

“Hey…I got somethin’ for ya. I want you to have it so if you ever miss me you can wear it.”

He pulled out a ring box and he opened it. It’s a ring band..an engagement ring.

“Soda…”

He looked like he was going to break down but he kept his smile as he looked at you, the smile never meeting his eyes. He took the ring out of the small box and put it on your finger.

“When I get back we’ll get married. I’ll make it fancier than somethin’ like this train station. Promise.”

You looked down at the ring on your finger before tackling him into another hug. But that was cut short by the conductor blowing the horn and yelling for people to get on the train. Jerk.

“Don’t go!”

Soda quickly grabbed his duffle bag before running to the train. You stifled a laugh but the tears ran down your face. He got on the train and the gang stayed with you, of course they would. You all stared at the train but your head snapped when you heard your name from an open train window and a smiling Sodapop Curtis.

“Bring her up here, I never got to give a proper goodbye to my girl!”

You laughed and hurried over. The group helped you up and your lips connected with your lovely boyfriends. You wished this could have lasted forever but nothing good ever does.

“I love you to the moon and back.”

Soda grins against your lips before leaning back.

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky.”

The train horn whistles a final blow before it starts moving against the tracks. The boys hoist you down and Sodas head still sticks out the train window. He puts his arm out too which lead to him waving like crazy.

“I’ll write to ya’ll!! Keep a Coke in the icebox until I come back!”

Oh, I guess that’s just the way things go

Can’t remember when you said you called

Miles away and it’s still my fault

The love you said you had, it sometimes showed

Oh, I guess that’s the way things go

The letters flowed from week to week. You loved reading how Sodapop got along with all his new buddies and it made you smile. You read about how much he missed you, how he longed for these four years to be over so he could come back home and get married…

Three years and six months. That’s how long Soda has been in Vietnam and now you’ve got about a thousand letters in a huge box dedicated to him. But one day in June the letters just stopped. You waited and waited for just a letter. One letter is all you need but it never came.

You sat on the Curtis brothers porch in the hot weather of July. You fidgeted with the engagement ring on your finger. Your mind drifts off as you stare down at your ring. You imagine the life you are going to have with him but your dreams are cut off by six boots infront of you. Your eyebrows knit together in confusion.

“Soda?”

But when you lift your head up you’re met with three sorrowful soldiers. One soldier infront holding a military uniform with the name tag “Soda Curtis”.

He sure did keep his promise of coming back but not in the way you expected. The Coke that’s in the ice box will never be touched because that’s the very last thing Soda told the gang to do. You now have his military uniform and the shining band around your finger you vowed to never take off. You just wish he had something of yours so in his final moments he’d always have apart of you…

Oh, I guess that’s the way things go

There’s so much left to say, I guess I’m just the bigger guy

And there’s too much on my mind that I don’t even want to try

Guess it’s not far from the ordinary, they do say love is blind

But I guess that’s the way things go

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