The Outsiders Sodapop Novels & Stories

He put his shirt back on, grabbed a soda, and sat down in a lawn chair. “Want a drink,” he asked. “Help yourself.” “Sure!” she said. “Thanks.” She grabbed a soda, struggled with the pull tab for a bit, opened it, and took a long drink before sitting down next to him. “Ahhhh! That’s good!” she said. “I’ve never had this kind.” He looked at her. It was a very popular drink. “My parents don’t let me have sugar and caffeine,” she said, a little embarrassed. “Sorry about that. I hope you don’t get in trouble.”

Clay shouted as if he had x-ray vision or telepathy to know what drink his twin had selected. “I CAN AND I WILL! CONSIDER IT A DOWN PAYMENT ON YOU OWING ME!” Reese shouted back, popping the top and taking a sip with that same satisfying sigh Clay made when he drank it. Unlike with Clay Reese making that sound wasn’t a turn-on. “So you’ve survived meeting Sophia Grace Frost and are still here. That says a lot.” Reese nodded. “Trust me meeting her at a hospital is less awkward than how she met Don.” She sighed as she set the soda down.

Sophia had not in fact met a lecherous man in the scorching weather. She was sitting comfortably in an air-conditioned car, enjoying some watermelon. “Is it sweet enough for you, Sophia?” The driver, Benny Dale, asked. She made a face. “It’s alright.” Benny chuckled, “I bought it from a roadside vendor, so it might not taste good.” Sophia did not reply but continued eating. Benny said, “Everyone at the club misses you, Sophia. They’re setting up a game especially for you. Do you want to go?”

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.

“I will take a regular drink though…something carbonated and non-diet.” “Wait until you meet your first bane-head. All of those alcoholics you dealt with will pale in comparison.” Olive muttered, eyes scouring the crowd. The darkness left her face and she grinned cheekily. “Soda sounds good, though. I could definitely use the sugar, and not that fake shit they drink around here. Never was able to get used to that.” I didn’t need to ask what a bane-head was, not once I remembered the line of business Olive’s mother worked in. Wolfsbane wasn’t common enough in my old pack for the people to develop a name for its addicts.

"Cheap soda or Shawn's special apple love juice?" She eyed him skeptically. "Did I hear a nasty innuendo in the latter part, Shawn?" Shawn's brows furrowed in confusion until his eyes widen then he blushed. "Y-YA! That's not what I meant Sandra, you know I can't do that to you!" She laughed and tried to take the apple juice but Shawn pulled his hand away, Sandra looked at him confusedly. He still had that blush on his cheeks, he looked away. "You sh-should try the soda instead."

Celeste and I made ourselves comfortable near the bonfire on a log, each with a hotdog in hand and a soda in the other. I insisted on another beer, but she refused to let me have one. The soda—which was supposedly cherry, tasted stale with a sour after taste. I pulled a face, chugging it out onto the sand beside me. The juice splattered onto the sand, sending a spray onto my one leg and onto the leg of a girl sitting nearby, practically eating her boyfriend’s face.

Screw Mission Find a sugar daddy, she might just offer her soul to this man right there at that moment. “Hmm I don't drink” she blushed at her reply. If Chris is surprised by her honesty, he didn't react to it. He just shrugged his shoulders and grabbed his phone to text someone, probably Liam. The guy he mentioned earlier. and about ten seconds later, the man in question entered the room carrying a half-drunk bottle of Hennessy moving his body to the music. He looked like a model or an actor, really handsome with some boyish features. He looked younger than Chris but Sophie could tell both of them are great friends.

I mumble getting off Jason's lap. I rummage through the kitchen for something that sounds good. I find pickles, chip dip and I grab a can of soda. I scoop out two spoonfuls of chip dip into a bowl and place them in the bowl and grab my soda and head back out to sit on Jason's lap. I grin at Frankie when he realizes what the stuff in the bowl is that I'm dipping my pickles into. "Oh, my God, you are so gross." Frankie says horrified. "Pickles, chip dip and a soda?" I grin at him happily as I take a bite.

NORA’S POINT OF VIEW. Plugging my AirPods in, I all but danced to the bustling coffee shop after class. For the first time in twenty-one years, I did not have to worry or bother about Lydia, Asher, and the rest of them. I could be myself, and live on the fresh slate I’d received. My phone chimes with a text, and I smile despite myself. The sight of Damien’s name with the small heart emoji to the side makes my heart skip.