"Please, Spotty!!" Race begged. Spot went blank. 'Oh my god. Oh my god. Oh my god. Did he just call me Spotty?' Spots mind raced with thoughts, but his expression showed no emotion despite the growing red flush on his face. "Hey, you good?" Race asked after a beat, not fully snapping Spot out of his trance but enough to speak. "Yeah, jus' thinkin'." " Well ya done thinkin'? We gotta go." Spots heart speed up. "Sure." He said. Race instantly grabbed his arm and tugged him to Medda's theater. But Spot wasn't thinking. He wasn't thinking of the long walk back to Brooklyn. He wasn't considering how fast the night was approaching. He didn't remember the few moments before the interaction and how he yawn three times in the past minute. But how could he? Race called him Spotty.
Soda: Hey are we- stop screaming, its just me- are we out of cereal?
Pony: I'M IN THE SHOWER!!!!
Soda: Okay.... but are we out of cereal?
Darry: So, Soda is no longer allowed to take the trash out at night.
Pony: Why?
Darry: Because I've caught him trying to train raccoons to fight five times in a row.
Soda, arms crossed and pouting: You'll be thanking me when the third raccoon battalion saves your ass.
Spot: I always hate it when people pronounce my name as Sean instead of Sean, only because it looks like Sean but everyone always forget that you actually pronounce it as Sean.
Hotshot:
Hotshot: What?
67': Tulsa'd
Got a hold: Greased
Family: Runs
Expectations: Great
Tulsa: Far away
Letter: Soda
Brother: Gold
Jack, tearing up the room: Where are they?
Jack, looking under a pillow: Who moved them? Who moved my children?
Jack: Somebody moved my M&M's, and now I am going to start killing.
^fully agree with this statement
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What if Ponyboy and Sodapop were younger. Soda would be in his sophomore year, and Pony would be in 8th grade (skipped his 7th grade year). Soda would come home and tell Pony all about his day, from girls to sports to studies. Soda would constantly tell him that when Pony gets to high school with him, Soda would show him around and teach him everything there is to know. But as Pony went into high school the following year, Soda had to drop out to help Darry with the bills. So, one of the things that Pony had to look forwards in school, just, disappeared. He tried once to bring it up with Soda, tried to tell him about when they were younger and how Soda would make that promise to him. "Really? Wow man, I can't remember a thing past freshman year." And Soda would get up and leave, probably going with Steve somewhere. Some part of Pony left him that day, but he couldn't place it on what caused it. Either the guilt of Sodas past and present and future, the saddness of his own future, the fear of being left behind, or the dread of knowing that things will never be the same- of never going back to when times were good. But if that didn't leave a mark, the glare that Steve sent Pony (a mix between 'don't try to follow us,' and of Steve knowing that soda just left his brother for him) definitely did.
Have you done the outsiders or the big bang theory? (LOVE YOUR PAGE BTW 🫶🫶)
stay gold, pony boy
Sis: hey! Do you know wher-w, what are you reading?
Me: the outsiders.
Sis: what are you watching?
Me: the outsiders.
Sis: what are you listening to?
Me: ...the outsiders.
*goes on stage* "Fuck." *exits stage* -Hamlet, Shakespeare
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