Outsiders Sodapop Curtis Novels & Stories

she asked, her tone a mix of amusement and incredulity. Curtis shook his head, his eyes fixed on the wheelchair with an unbridled curiosity. "No," he said simply. Chocolate smirked, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "Are you living under a rock or something?" she teased. Curtis shrugged, looking slightly offended. "I don't used to go outside," he said, his tone defensive. "I've always stayed back at home." Chocolate chuckled, her pride evident in her voice. "I don't go outside either, but at least I know a lot of things."

Krist squeezed his shoulder one last time for reassurance of his words before letting go and returning his attention onto the screen. “So what movie is this?” “The Outsiders, have you seen it?” “No, but I read the book.” Singto enjoyed reading over any other activity and he was excited to see everything played out live with actors instead of the characters he would mentally picture. “Really? Who’s your favorite character?” Krist asked this expectin him to say the one that was most like. “Darrel ‘Darry’ Curtis.” Singto answered. “Really?” Krist asked adding an amused tone in his regular voice.

"You need these more than I do." That night, around the bonfire, someone commented on the fragrant cream on Curtis's hands. "Hand cream," he replied proudly. His men, intrigued, learned it was his partner's creation, designed to soften and protect their calloused hands. They were amazed to learn his partner also made the medicines he'd shared with them. Suddenly, a frantic cry pierced the night. "Curtis! Curtis! Someone's bullying my sister!" The same boy from earlier rushed towards him. "Curtis! Where are you going?!" his men shouted, but Curtis was already running, the boy clutched in his arms.

SHELBY POV I have been working both jobs for four weeks now, and the pay is excellent. All the tips I make go into my brand new savings account, and I already have $900. Nothing else has changed. Curt still comes in every night to buy beer. He does shoot me a smile every time now, but nothing else. He seems to be getting worse. He hasn't shaved in who knows how long, and he looks tired. So very tired. It breaks my heart to see a guy like him so broken.

The longer it went the steadier his breathing grew, his color returning as the infection receded. When he finally opened his eyes, relief washed over me. “You’re an idiot,” he rasped, his lips curving into a weak smirk. I laughed, a sound full of relief. “Yeah, well, you’re a bigger idiot for getting yourself poisoned.” Curtis smiled. "Stop baiting yourself and enjoy the moment, there is more you all need to know...but it’s not safe to discuss here. When the time is right, I’ll tell you everything.” Before I could press him for more, he shook his head and walked outside, leaving the three of us alone.

"Hey, man,” Aidan had called, his Texan drawl more pronounced than usual. Curtis knew that he did that to warm up to the ladies, and damned if the fucker didn’t get away with it every single time. On many, many occasions, Curtis had watched the female Curves clientele practically melt into a puddle right in front of Aidan, shedding their panties as they went down. “C’mon over and meet Tessa Mahoney. Darlin’, this is Curtis Manning.”

“Oh, thanks.” She was strangely touched by the sweet gesture, and she gave him a real smile. “That was really great of you.” He nodded again, then glanced over at the table. The woman was lying down now in the booth, flat out, and the guys were starting to nod off. “I’ve got to shift their asses out of here before they can’t function anymore,” Curtis said. “You go get some food, and can you ask Luke to call two taxis? I’ll shove their drunk butts in and send ‘em on their way.”

“What happened last night? My head feels like shit.” I pressed my fingers against my temples and squinted. At least that part was true. I had never gotten used to The Viper’s extra special treats. They always left me feeling like my brain had been passed through a mincer. Curtis poured a glass of water and brought it to me, then poured himself one as well. “I’m going to get us painkillers. Do you need anything else while I’m out?”

Suddenly, the door swung open, revealing a chorus of voices blending together, all saying in unison, "Happy Birthday, Cooper and Curtis."

“Curtis’s offspring has long since disappeared and no one knows whether he or she is still alive. Even the Wade family themselves couldn’t locate them. I bet he or she must be long dead out there.” With that said, Sheldon smiled smugly and mocked, “Back then, Curtis made a lot of enemies and even offended the Rothschild family who was reigning in Europe and the United States. Besides, domestically, many people picked on him and even wanted to kill him because of his overly marvelous ability.” Sheldon lit a cigarette and said flatly, “That kid looks quite similar to Curtis, but I think he is most probably a Japanese and he just shares the similar facial features.” Yasin nodded lightly and ask