Sodapop The Outsiders Novels & Stories

Noah and Sophie had ordered their boba and Sophie was already feeling better as she took a sip from her boba tasting the mix between the sugary tapioca and the strawberry milk, what an amazing combination. She walked with Noah from the boba shop down the distance to Chic Fil-A, She looks at his drink having taken a picture so she could post it on I*******m. "I didn't know you like boba, you don't seem like the type." Sophie says and Noah shakes his head at that looking over at her "You could never tell what anyone likes just based off of how they look, It's impossible," He says and Sophie shrugs causing him to raise an eyebrow at him "No, really. it's like me seeing someone I don't actually

Austin put the juice on the counter and picked up a cup to make himself a drink. “So how you know Mike and Shayla?” “Shit, me and Shayla go way back, she’s like my sister.” “Oh, I know you. You’re Poppie, the one Mike has been telling me about. You grew up with Shayla right?” “Yup, that’s me. How you know Mike?” “Mike is my nigga, we went to school together.” “Oh ok, that’s cool.” “Cheers,” he said, holding up his cup. We clinked cups and took a sip.

He laughed, the sound making my insides feel a tad weird but in a way it felt nice. "I was clearly busy at the time," I began, my hand indicating my room and the apartment before us. "So there was no time to ask questions on whether anyone resided here, spirit wise that is." I gave a small grin. "Plus I didn't know what to say." "Based upon my observation you," Jem said with a light chuckle. "Cora," he said, brushing his fingers across my cheek. His touch was cool and still semi-solid. "Didn't you have any loyal friends to rely on growing up?" I shook my head to tell him no because in some way I always remained the outcast of anyone that I befriended. A loner who believed that trusting other

Sophia sighs and shakes her head as her left leg starts to shake uncontrollably "What's wrong?" Jacob asked "I'm tired of ordering pizza for lunch all the time. It makes me feel fat" Sophia replied "You are not fat,babe" "I know I'm just saying that it makes me feel fat" "So,what do you wanna eat for lunch today?" Jacob asked "I want a cold cut wrap with a nice bowel of salad and some ice cold water" Sophia replied "A cold cut wrap?" Jacob asked

Sophia reached over to pinch his cheek. “Sophia!” Oliver couldn’t take it anymore. He pulled her hand back. “Have some self-respect! You’re embarrassing me!” “…You little brat, you need a beating!” Sophia switched to pinching her younger brother’s cheek. “Since when do you lecture me, huh?!” Candice laughed through her drink. Thanks to this “lively and lovable” group of friends, she was now fully sober. The meal was nearly over, and Charlie still hadn’t returned.

For this wedding, I didn’t have any bridesmaids of my own. Instead, Sandra had invited Stella’s friends. In the makeup room, they didn’t even bother to hide their mockery. “Stella really had bad luck. Died young, and now this country bumpkin gets to take her place.” “So what? Everyone knows she’s just a stand-in. Mr. Davidson loves Stella. Mr. and Mrs. Walker love Stella, too.” I didn’t care about their sneers and gossip. However, one of them suddenly threw a pillow straight at my head.

Dime and I ordered our food first before sitting at a table where we could see the boys from the car, "Ok Dime, how are you doing?" I asked as I sipped on my sprite, "I'm doing better now that I've had some time to think. How are you doing Saph?" Dime asked as she sighed, "I'm still trying to wrap my head around what those boys said," I replied, moving my hands to hold my head, "I completely understand that," Dime agreed as our food was handed to us. Dime and I conversed while eating our food, Dime had chicken tenders and fries with a Reese's concrete mixer, while I had a grilled cheese and cheese curds with an oreo concrete mixer.

However, the workers themselves who could offer her freshly squeezed juice were not nearby. Leaving the tray on the rails, Leah went to the refrigerator and took out a still mineral water from it, after which, returning for her food, she sat down at the nearest table. In the huge hall, besides her, there were three more people who sat extremely separately. The guy - the same age or a little older - was located just three tables away from her. He was dressed inappropriately for the weather in a loose white T-shirt, and on his head was a fashionable sock hat. In the distance, near the collection point for trays with dirty dishes and a trash can, a girl sat, bending deeply over her food, as if

After ordering some pizzas, I headed upstairs to the fourth floor and found the four of them hanging out together when Cynthia asked Evelynn, "Grandma, has Sophia always been this nice?" "Oh, calling Sophia nice is such an understatement, it's almost offensive, Cynthia." Sandra chuckled, "No, Sophia probably puts saints and angels to shame." "You're just saying that because Sophia is your friend." Cynthia scoffed. "You remember seeing her getting out of her car at school when you dropped me off because I missed the bus that day, right?" Sandra asked. "Yeah, that was the- Oh, you attacked Sophia?" Cynthia shouted.

Sophia, a nineteen years old girl who was on a bike ride and overjoyed that she's gonna be twenty the next day and ride across the city had a contact with Ice Pick, a druglord and a Mafia leader whose identity, his name was unknown to the world but most feared human in the whole of America. Sophia was having fun when a car spatted some dirty mud water in the pothole in the market and being one to act rascally, she immediately pick up a stone and threw it to the glass of the car as the car reversed as her first conversation with the car owner and the driver and she insulted the duo and then ride her bike away in victory.