Sodapop Curtis Drawing Novels & Stories

Dimitri turned around, brows lifting slightly. Zoe walked over, all four feet of her confidence on full display, and handed it up to him. He looked down at the drawing. Three stick figures stood in front of a black square labeled "HOME". One had long curls. One had a crown. The third had very sharp shoulders and icy blue eyes drawn in clumsy marker. Above them, Zoe had drawn a yellow sun with a big smile and the word "US" in careful, crooked letters. Dimitri held the paper like it might explode.

“No. I’m trying real hard. By the way, thanks for the tech gig, I’m working the eight o’clock shift tomorrow.” Lizzy gave him a brief nod. “I’ll see you on Saturday. Now, if you’ll excuse us, I need to talk to this beef bazooka in private.” Curtis snickered as the two boys ambled away. Johnny folded his arms. “Beef bazooka, really?” Lizzy knelt down and tethered the pooch’s leash to the table leg. “I was going for Hulk Hogan, but that seemed mean, even coming from me.”

Just went back to my normal Saturday afternoon with the twins, the one that now included a small fish grave in the backyard and a bag of contraband snacks in my pantry and the memory of Carter sitting at my kitchen table looking overwhelmed and trying anyway. The fourth visit Carter brought nothing. Just showed up empty-handed and slightly nervous. "No fish?" James asked when he opened the door. "No fish. No snacks. Just me." Carter looked at me over their heads. "Is that okay?" "That's perfect." I let him in, watched him settle into my living room like he'd been doing this for longer than three weeks. "The twins have something they want to show you." August led Carter to a drawing he'd made

“That is so beneath you Curtis.” Curtis smiled wryly. He is learning new things about this group of friends every day, normally it was Rima and Stanley who completes each other statements like this with Penn rolling his eyes but it seemed like when one of them was not around, Penn could fill in the spot with no problem. “Very funny you two but try not to reduce my chances with her.” Curtis decided to go along with the ruse which Stanley and Penn had just unknowingly created with him, Patty was not happy with that ruse judging by the glare she sent him.

AMBER The scent of grilled meat lingered in the air as Curtis stared at the remaining bills in his hand, his brows furrowed together in disbelief. “How is this even possible?” He muttered, looking at me like I performed a magic trick. “A movie, the zoo, and now this–and we’re still under budget?”

“Good morning, guys.” “Good morning.” Me and Ryder say in unison. Curtis smiles. “Breakfast is almost done, take a seat.” He says, as he takes some bacon out of the pan. Me and Ryder sit down at the table and a couple of minutes later Curtis brings over a couple of plates. He sets a plate in front of Ryder that is full of bacon, eggs, toast, hashbrowns and even some fruit. The plate Curtis sets in front of me, only has toast and some mixed fruit on it. He must see my confused expression, because he says. “I figured toast would be the easiest thing on your stomach. If you want something else, I can make you something different.”

“Yeah, that’s Logan Carter.” There was a round of Oh's and ahs from the group at the window. I heard my phone buzz on the table with a notification. I closed my laptop down and grabbed my things. A lot of the office stayed at the window watching as I exited. I must admit they were correct; he looked exceptional. He was wearing dark jeans, a crisp white T-shirt and a black leather jacket. He was leaning against the bonnet of a car I didn’t recognise.

He groaned, crossing his little arms over his small chest. “Pick someone better to copy. Renato is not exactly a model citizen.” Chocolate snorted, obviously enjoying the back and forth Curtis and I were engaging in. Curtis tilted his head to one side, huffing. “He's my model citizen.” Chocolate’s smile softened as she looked at him. “That’s cute.” “Don’t encourage him,” I muttered.

He looked longingly at the smoldering butt, then at his interrogator. “You’re in deep shit, Jonesy,” said his old partner, Randy. Curtis smiled even broader. This was a game he knew only too well. “Brought you outta retirement for this, partner? How’s Dolores? Send her my best, will you?” Curtis’s voice sounded like gravel even to himself. No doubt due to his two-pack-a-day habit lubricated by bourbon.

"You want them? Fine. Here." Her hand suddenly slipped downward, making Curtis gasp softly. "Stop…" With a strange sound, several glass beads rolled out from his pants. One brushed past my cheek, making me feel nauseous. "Ms. May, you're so mean," Curtis said, squirming awkwardly. Curtis straightened his pants, pretending to be embarrassed, then looked at me.