Soda Pop Outsiders Novels & Stories

Olive hummed thoughtfully, opening the plastic bag she had with her, “Look at this! There was a restaurant a few feet away from here that just opened and look what they’re selling you guys!” Scarlett tipped her head and looked at the plastic bag that Olive was opening for us to see. Hazel leaned down to take a look at it though. When they were already both gaping, their eyes wide and excited, I took the initiative to close the distance and peeked inside. “Is that…” I had to think about it for a second. “Is that what I think it is?” Olive had an enormous grin on her face, “Are Pop Qwiz Popcorn? You bet it is.”

She put the soda in front of her and said, "You'd better drink this. Don't be too hard on yourself." "Yo, beauties, you two are drinking alone?" Three lads suddenly came over. Their hair was dyed yellow, their attire off-the-wall. By the looks of it, they were most likely school dropouts-turned-gangsters. Jolina moved nervously closer to Kisa, who looked calmly at the three guys. "We don't like to be disturbed when we are having our meal. So please leave." "Yo, what a cold fish. But I insist on having a drink with you two." One guy cheekily sat down at their table, and the other two followed suit, swarming at the tiny rectangular table.

They acted very fast. Come to think of it, why did Tony have Pepsi and peanut butter crackers? The crackers he guessed he could explain away, but Tony hated soda, or pop, as he called it. He was from the south where they had no sense. Did he get Pepsi in for Dillon in case something like this happened? So he had prepared. How sweet of him! Dillon would rock his Sir's world in the shower. He'd meet him with everything he had. Tony deserved it. He always had him as his priority.

But right now, Goldie feels so excited by the handsome Jack Horner licking his chest that he wants to be bad. The big capo stands up straight and licks his lips. Goldie Lockhart grabs the silver can from the counter. "I want a taste too," Goldie Lockhart says, and he sprays a huge white cloud of cream right onto the front of Jack's dark pants, right over the big shape between his legs. He drops the can, gets down on his knees on the floor, and licks it off fast. Jack Horner stands there with his hands on his sides and watches the young man use his tongue to clean the dark cloth. The big shape under the pants gets much bigger and harder while Goldie does it.

Colt Age 24 I made my way to our seats. Alicia was with me tonight. I haven't seen her in so long. When she found out I was coming to this side of the country, she couldn't resist meeting me here. It felt good seeing her. While we talked on the phone weekly, our lives had gone in separate directions. I had gotten us both seats up in the nosebleed section. I didn't want her to see me, just like any other time I went to her games. I had on a hoodie and also a hat.

“The normal kind.” His eyebrows shot upward. “I thought you said you weren’t a nerd.” I threw my hands in the air. “We can drink straight from the can like peasants.” He sighed. “That was your plan to begin with.” “Yeah,” he admitted, grabbing a soda. “But the thought of being classy transformed this from a social gathering into a peasant activity.” “You are unbelievable.” “No, sweetheart. I’m adaptable.” He popped open the soda. “And for the record, peasant activities are my specialty.”

I brushed past Sophia, who came in carrying a glass of milk. As I walked upstairs, I overheard their conversation. "Finn, Luna Claire flew a long way to see you. Could you try giving your mom a hug?" "With her here, I might not get to go to the amusement park with Isabella tomorrow. It's her fault! Why is Mom always haunting me? And she calls me every day! It's annoying!" he exclaimed coldly. "I wish Isabella were my mom instead! She's so gentle and kind. And she always plays with me and buys me yummy food. She's so different from my annoying mom. If Mom disappeared, could Isabella be my mom instead?"

I rushed forward and hugged her. “Grandma, I don't want caramel candies anymore. I’m not going back with them. I just want to stay with you. Let’s go home together, okay?” She looked at me, the confusion in her eyes slowly melting into joy. “Okay! Eva, don’t go with those outsiders. We’ll go home! I can still help you through school.” She was still lost in her mind, but I gently coaxed her into coming with me to a nearby hospital for a check-up.

I replied, intrigued. He chose "Pretty Woman," He called it a timeless rom-com. As the movie began, Ethan offered, "Popcorn and soda?" I nodded, and he got up. He walked to a sleek popcorn machine nestled in the back of the room. The aroma of freshly popped kernels filled the air. Next, he opened a compact fridge, revealing an assortment of drinks. He handed me a cold soda and settled back beside me. We sat close, yet carefully avoided touching. I was mindful of maintaining a safe distance.

"God this is crazy. I have to snap out of it." Ryan thought as he went over to the fridge and grabbed two stacks of three cans of soda and made his way back outside. He went over to the chair where his mother was tanning and placed the cans on the ground next to her. "I brought some soda for everybody!" he announced.