Outsiders Sodapop Curtis Novels & Stories

Soon, the waiters began serving dishes and drinks one after another. Calvin got up to pour drinks and serve dishes for them. The two children had endless topics to chat about and got along exceptionally well. The adults didn't disturb them. Margot knew that Curtis couldn't eat much, so she made his dishes lighter. Tommy and Calvin didn't know that Curtis was ill, so they poured him beer. Little did they know that Curtis would reject them. "You two drink. Curtis has quit drinking." Tommy didn't know why this big CEO had to quit drinking. He smiled and said, "Can't you at least drink a small cup for a toast? Just one."

I leaned my head slightly against Archer's shoulder and said, "I trust you. Let's spend the rest of our lives together as happily as possible." Curtis went back home, feeling lost and miserable. The iron door creaked loudly behind him. Brenda was crouched over on the ground, sorting through the food and supplies they had. She got to her feet when she heard the noise behind her. Her hair was still dripping with sweat as she smiled gently at Curtis and welcomed him home. "Curt! It's been a windy day outside the base, hasn't it? I made some cream of mushroom soup—" Curtis suddenly grabbed her hard by the shoulders, his knuckles turning white.

I won’t stop worrying until I tell Reece, Raikin and Ryder about our baby and see what their reaction’s are. We stop by the pharmacy and then we stop at a burger shack. “What would you like Lilly? You can get whatever you want.” Curtis says, smiling at me. I smile. “How about ice cream? Ice cream sounds really good.” Curtis laughs. “You can have ice cream, but only if you also get some real food.” I sigh. “Fine. How about ice cream and a chicken sandwich with some fries?” Curtis nods, giving me a big smile. “That sounds good to me.”

It wasn’t anybody terrifying – though he suspected that some people might disagree with him on that point – since it was Dillon Saunders, his fellow badass, kick-ass bouncer. Dillon nodded in greeting, Curtis returned it. Dillon stalked over to the staffroom, shedding his heavy leather jacket as he went, returned a minute later. He looked around the room, checking things with his practiced eye, then headed over to Curtis. “OK night?” Dillon said in his husky voice, without preamble or small-talk, as per usual. “Trouble?” “None,” Curtis replied. “Tables to watch?” Curtis gestured at one near the pool tables. “The Road Devils are here tonight.”

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.

He was handsome and I couldn't peel my eyes away from him until he finally smirked and told me that my client has arrived. The slight embarrassment that he knows what I was there for made my cheeks flush and I couldn't read his expression when he moved back and blended in with the rest of the crowd. I took a deep breath and walked to the bar where Curtis Cuthbert, who can pass as Captain America's stunt double was ordering himself a drink. I could hear my heart pounding when I squeezes beside him to order the gayest cocktail of the century. "Appletini, please...oh, I'm so sorry..."

“Give her back the dog.” “John, don’t be an ass, Curtis lives on my street.” “You know these punks?” Lizzy moved to stand next to Mr. Nose Candy aka Curtis. “Yes, they’re on summer vacation for a couple of weeks. They’ve come home from boarding school.” “Why were you arguing with Curtis?” “He was supposed to mow our lawn on Sunday and he didn’t show up. So guess who was the plonker, who ended up having to do all the work!” Lizzy glared at Curtis.

“It’s Curtis here.” “Oh thank the goddess. I had feared that you would be joining Maya to stay with Alpha Peter’s pack. Wheew, good you came back. Although, I wouldn’t blame you if you did. Even though their pack is drama full, it's quite more interesting and lively than ours. I already miss it.” Louis spoke as he opened the hefty gate. Curtis couldn't agree any less, and that's why he needed to develop the area, but first he had to dethrone his father. It seemed old age was beginning to distort his old man’s thinking capacity.

“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?”

Seeing the board surrounded by the classmates I waited for them to clear a path but saw my name at the number one spot and cheered internally. Curtis’ presence didn't even faze me as he stood there with his finger on the third spot where his name was written. “Still in the top three,” he boasted to his male companions. “I'm impressed,” I muttered and he glanced at me with a cheesy grin. “If you are, you should come drinking with us to celebrate,” he said and I shook my head. “Nope, it will be a cold day in hell if I ever even considered doing that,” I asserted and went to the door to escape their wandering eyes. I could feel them on my body and it was gross.