Nov 22, 2024
Yesterday Cameron Burke announced he is going to be a swing and a assistant fight captain for the outsiders musical? I’m super excited for him can’t wait to see what he brings to this wonderful show!
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Yesterday Cameron Burke announced he is going to be a swing and a assistant fight captain for the outsiders musical? I’m super excited for him can’t wait to see what he brings to this wonderful show!
Pepsi Cola - Sodapop Curtis
Sodapop Curtis:
Ain't no sound I like better than the gang raisin' hell in the yard. Pony's grinnin', Two-Bit's gaspin' like he just ran a marathon, Steve's callin' him a baby, and Darry's tryin' real hard to look mad about it but I can see the smirk he's hidin'. Whole place feels alive when it's like this.
And then there's Lacey Cade. She's standin' there bent over, hair all wild and wavy, black as midnight and stickin' out in every direction. Looks just like Johnny when she scrunches her nose like that, only thing is, she ain't quiet and cautious like Johnny was. She's firecracker reckless, and it's somethin' else watchin' her laugh. That old denim jackets hangin off her shoulders, same one Dal gave Johnny way back when. First time she showed up wearin' it, I about swallowed my tongue. It's eerie, seein' her in it. Like Johnny's ghost just strolled into the yard. I try not to think too hard on it. Don't do me no good.
I sling an arm 'round her neck like always, tug her close 'til she swats me off. "You're losin' your touch, Lace."
She snorts, flickin' her hair outta her face. "You're full of it, Pepsi Cola."
She's the only one who calls me Pepsi Cola aside from Darry sometimes. She heard my dad call me that way back and I guess she just decided it was my name. I don't mind though, I'd let her call me worse.
She pushes my arm off and goes to sit on the porch step beside Pony. They're about the same age and have always gotten along alright. I watch her a second longer than I should before lookin' away. Ain't like I'm sweet on her or nothin'. She's my buddy, same as Steve or Two-Bit, only prettier. And tuffer than any one of them.
Steve jabs me in the ribs. "Quit starin', lover boy."
I shove him back hard enough he nearly trips into the grass. "Shut your trap, man. She's like my kid sister."
He raises his brows, all smug. "Uh-huh." I roll my eyes. Shouldn't bug me, Steve runnin' his mouth, but it does a little. Maybe 'cause I don't want Lacey thinkin' I'm lookin' at her like that.
Lacey pops up off the step, brushing dirt off her jeans. "C'mon, Pepsi Cola," she calls, jerking her head towards the street. "You're buying me a Coke."
I shout back, "And why would I do that?"
"Cause I'm making a mean chocolate cake tonight and I know you're gonna want some." Can't argue with that. She's already halfway down the walk, jacket flappin' behind her.
I jog to catch up, shoving' my hands in my back pockets. "If I'm buyin', I'm pickin' the flavor."
She shoots me a look sharp as glass. "Ain't a flavor. It's Coke."
"Cherry Coke's a flavor," I grin.
"A lousy one."
We're still bickering when we hit the DX. Inside smells like motor oil and grease, like home. I duck behind the counter, grab two bottles, and toss one her way. She catches it clean. Girl's reckless, but her reflexes are sharp.
She leans back against the counter, twisting the cap off. "Y'know, you're lucky I keep you around. Any other guy'd have lost his teeth runnin' his mouth at me like you do." Lacey acts really tough, and part of her definitely is, but I know she's more bark than bite.
I smirk, leaning next to her. "Oh yeah? Why don't you?"
She takes a long drink, eyes sparklin' over the bottle rim. "Guess I like hearin' you talk too much." I laugh. That's Lacey, tossin' a line that could sound sweet if you let it, only she never means it that way. Least I don't think she does.
We drink our Cokes in easy silence for a bit. I watch her mess with the edge of her jacket sleeve, and for half a second, I swear I see Johnny. My throat tightens, but I swallow it down quick. Don't need her catchin' me gettin' soft.
She gives me a look. "What's wrong?"
I shake my head, "Oh, nothin'."
Then she bumps her shoulder against mine. "Good. Don't go all serious on me, Pepsi. Ain't your color." I grin, just like she wants, and sling an arm 'round her again, tighter this time.
After a long shift at the DX, I'm finally home. Pony's in his room, and Darry's fixin' supper. Ain't much more than pork chops and beans, but it smells good after runnin' around all afternoon. When Lacey gets here, she don't even wait for Darry to bark orders. She drapes her jacket on the chair and shoulders him outta the way like she owns the place. "You're gonna burn that, Darrel Curtis. Step aside."
Darry raises his brows, but doesn't argue. Just grabs the rag off the counter and wipes his hand, muttering a thank you. Anyone can see that Darry really appreciates Lacey. She's always offerin' help and lettin' him take a rest. Place has been cleaner since she started comin' round again. Dishes stacked instead of piled, floors swept. Not spotless, but halfway decent. Lacey's got a way of keepin' us boys in line. She don't ask, just demands, and then suddenly we're all toein' the line like she's wearin' a crown. Greasers' princess, that's what Two-Bit calls her when he's had too many.
Sammy's at the table, legs kickin' against the chair, singin' some nonsense tune she made up 'bout beans bein' magic. Seven years old and trouble with a capital T. Girl looks just like Johnny too. Same dark eyes and grin. Hell, all of those Cade kids are identical.
"Beans, beans, magic beans," she sings louder, bangin' her spoon on the table.
"Kid," Steve groans, droppin' into a seat, "you're gonna crack my eardrums." Steve's never much good with kids.
She just sticks her tongue out, then leans on Pony's shoulder like he's her favorite pillow. "Pony likes my song. Don't you, Pony?"
Pony shrugs, smilin' all soft. "Guess I do."
I plop down across from her and swipe the spoon outta her hand. "What you need is manners."
"What I need is Soda to mind his own business," she shoots back, smug as anything. The whole table cracks up. Darry's smilin' as he sets plates down, and Lacey's shakin' her head over the stove laughin'.
"Sammy Cade, you hush up and say thank you for dinner," Lacey orders, pointin' the spatula at her.
Sammy crosses her arms. "You ain't my mama."
Lacey leans down, eyes narrowin'. "No, but I'll whoop you like one if you keep on." Sammy just laughs. Everyone knows Lacey would never lay a hand on her. Not after what their folks put them through.
We're loud, like always. You'd think eatin' dinner was some kind of sportin' event the way we carry on. Forks clank, voices climb over each other, and every bite of food is gone if you don't get to it quick enough. Two-Bit's got Sammy practically rollin' in her seat with a story about how he once stole a cop's hat right off his head. "I swear to you," he says, mouth full, "the guy was standin' there lookin' cross as thunder, and I just whoop, snatched it and ran. Thought he was gonna drop dead chasin' me."
Sammy's laughin' so hard she nearly spills her milk. "You didn't!"
"Oh, I did," Two-Bit nods, deadly serious, then grins wide. "Still got it hangin' on my wall."
Sammy's eyes are wide and excited. "Cool!"
"Don't encourage him," Lacey says, but even she's laughin'. "Sammy, don't you dare grow up thinkin' that's cute."
"Too late," Sammy chirps. "It's hilarious."
Lacey elbows Darrel, "C'mon, Darry, back me up."
He shrugs, playin' along. "She's your kid sister." I lean back, watchin' 'em all with that warm buzz in my chest. Sammy's worse than any of us were at nine, but damn is she spoiled, and it shows. She's got every one of us wrapped 'round her little finger, Johnny's eyes flashin' in her face makin' it impossible to tell the kid no.
She turns those eyes on me now. "Soda, tell me somethin' funny."
I grin. "What, Two-Bit ain't enough for you?"
"I want you to," she insists, kickin' my shin under the table. So I launch into some fool story 'bout work, how some guy tried to wash his windshield with motor oil instead of water, and the whole gang's laughin' before I even get to the punchline. Sammy claps like I just put on a circus show.
After dinner, Lacey brings out the chocolate cake she promised me earlier. It's rich and perfect. Two-Bit swears he's gonna marry her on the spot., and Lacey just laughs, shakin' her head. By the time plates are licked clean, the gang's settled in the living room with the TV hummin' low. The glow of it bounces off everyone's faces, shadows soft in the lamplight. Sammy climbs right up onto the couch next to me, curling' herself into my side. I wrap my arm around her tiny frame, and before long her head's heavy on my chest. She smells like soap and sugar, and I can feel her little breaths against me as she drifts.
"She says you give the best cuddles," Lacey teases from the armchair, eyes bright but soft.
"Well," I grin, shiftin' the blanket over Sammy, "she's got good taste."
The program runs on, half of us laughin', the other half dozin'. When the credits roll, Darry flicks off the TV, and I get up careful with Sammy still sleepin'. She don't stir as I carry her, light as a feather, to her house and into her room. Lacey walks beside me, her arm brushin' mine, keepin' quiet so Sammy don't wake.
I lay the kid down, tuckin' the blanket up under her chin. She curls deeper into the pillow, safe as can be. I plant a kiss on her forehead.
"Thanks, Soda," Lacey whispers once we're back in the hall. There's a warmth 'bout her smile that makes me wanna grin right back. She leans in and kisses my cheek. Just easy, friendly, the way she always does. "Couldn't do it without you."
"Sure you could," I say, but my voice is softer than I mean it to be. We step out onto the porch, night air cool against the quiet. I watch her head inside, her laughter floatin' back as she says goodnight.
The smell hits us before we're even halfway across the yard; bacon, biscuits, and somethin' sweet and warm that makes my stomach growl. Lacey's gone and done it again, the whole spread laid out neat on the table when we crowd into her kitchen. Eggs piled high, sausage links stacked like firewood, and a basket of blueberry muffins right in the middle.
Sammy's already in her school dress, legs swingin' under the chair as she kicks at the rung. "Lacey," she says with a mouthful of muffin, "You are the best cook in the whole wide world."
"Better not let Darry hear that," Pony laughs, piling three biscuits on his plate.
Sammy just shrugs, crumbs on her rosy cheeks. "He's good at pancakes, but Lacey's good at everything." The kid's got a way of sayin' things that make even Darry laugh instead of scowl. It's her first day of real school, and she's practically bouncin' in her seat, all chatter about crayons and playgrounds.
When we finally set out, the whole gang trailin' down the block, she slips her little hand into Darry's and tilts her head up at him. "You know what, Superman?"
Darry smiles, "What?"
"I'm gonna tell all the kids at school you're my boyfriend."
We all bust out laughin', even Darry, though he turns pink. "I think you're a little young for me, squirt," He says, but she just beams.
"Don't worry, I'll grow up fast." He's shakes his head, but next thing I know she's squealin', "Piggyback, Superman! Please!" and Darry actually crouches down. Up she goes, squeals echoin' through the street, her little arms wrapped around his neck. She's so tiny against him. Darry's tough, but little Sammy brings out the softest side of him. All of us got a soft spot for Sammy—it's hard not to. With those eyes and smile identical to her brothers. Shes louder than him, though. Johnny always said she'd grow up to be trouble, and damn, was he right. Raised by greasers, no doubt about it.
When we reach the school, she hops down, plants her hands on her hips, and salutes at us. "Don't worry boys," she calls. "I got this."
We're still laughin' as she plants a kiss on Darry's hand and trots off towards the doors, her little pigtails bouncin' behind her. I catch the way Lacey chews her lip, her arms folded tight. She don't let it show much, but I know her well enough to know she's stressin'.
"You scared?" I say, nudgin' her shoulder.
She shrugs, eyes never leavin' Sammy's back. "She's just... too sweet. Those Soc kids'll eat her alive. She don't deserve that."
"Hey." I keep my voice soft, steady. "That kid's tuff as nails. And if anyone messes with her, they'll have hell to pay from us." That earns me a little smile, but it don't quite reach her eyes. So at my lunch break, I swing by her house, and sure enough she's fussin' around the kitchen like she can scrub the worry right outta the countertops.
"C'mon," I tell her, snaggin' her wrist. "You're comin' with me."
She blinks up at me. "Where?"
"Dairy Queen. My treat. You can't fret on an empty stomach."
So we sit outside, sun warm on our shoulders, her with a burger and me with a shake, and I just keep the talk light. Silly stuff—Two-Bit's latest scheme, Steve tryin' to pick up on girls at work, Pony's new haircut. Slowly, her shoulders ease down, and she even laughs. "She's gonna be okay," I say again, more certain.
And she nods. "Thanks, Soda. I'm feelin' better 'bout it now."
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Lacey Cade returns to Tulsa following her big brother, Johnnys death. She finds a family in the greasers, and as she navigates grief, she al
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The Boys Next Door - Lacey Cade:
I hear the boys before I see them. Laughter, shouts, the occasional bark of a dog. Our corner of Tulsa hasn't changed much in four years. It's still chaos, still home. I peek out the window and smile softly. They're all sprawled across the yard like they always have been. Ponyboy's sitting on the hood of the beat-up Chevy, flipping through a tattered notebook. Darry is planted like a lighthouse, and Two-Bit is stretched out on a lawn chair, listening to something Steve is saying. Then there's Soda, running a hand through his dark hair and grinning per usual. But even now, even with the sun warm on the grass and their voices spilling across the yard, I can feel the missing pieces. Johnny's shy smile. Dally's wild spark. The world doesn't feel the same without them, and I don't think it ever will.
Still, if I've learned anything these past few years, it's this: life doesn't stop just because your heart does.
I slip on my sneakers and push open the front door, letting the afternoon sun spill across my face and taking a deep breath. "Hey greasers!" I call, striding across the yard.
Two-Bit shoots me a grin from his chair. "Well, if it isn't Lacey Juliana Cade. Finally decided to join the party?"
I shoot him a look. "Please never use my full name again or I'll skin you."
He throws his hands up in defense. "Just tryin' something new."
Soda, my best friend, comes jogging over, hair sticking up in that perfect mess that somehow looks intentional. He slings an arm around me like he's done a million times. "There's my Lucky," he says with a movie star grin that could start wars and end them too.
I arch an eyebrow. "Lucky?"
"Lucky Lacey," he teases, giving my shoulder a squeeze. "Lucky you getta hang out with me all the time."
"You mean unlucky," Steve mutters from the steps, earning a snort from Pony.
I glance up at Soda, rolling my eyes. "You're a real piece of work, Pepsi Cola."
He laughs, loud and bright, the sound I swear could bring the dead back to life. "See, that's why we keep you around, Lacey Loo, Someone's gotta keep me humble." Soda comes up with a new nickname for me about every ten minutes, but none of them have been good enough to stick.
"Not doing a great job of it," Darry calls, though there's the tiniest curve of a smile at his mouth.
Two-Bit claps his hands. "Alright, alright, enough with the stupid nicknames. Who's up for a race to the corner and back? I'm feelin' spry."
"Spry?" Steve echoes, standing to stretch. "You pulled your back last week getting off the couch."
Two-Bit punches his arm. "Whatever. Loser pays for ice cream."
Before I can blink, Soda's tugging my hand, pulling me toward the street. His grin dares me to keep up. "Come on, Lucky. Let's show 'em how it's done." And just like that, I'm sprinting across the yard, laughter chasing us, the boys yelling behind. My sneakers hit the pavement, wind stings my face, and for a moment it feels like the world hasn't lost a thing. We tear off down the street, his long stride already giving him the advantage, but I manage to stay pretty close behind. Soda keeps glancing sideways at me like he's checking to see if I'll give up.
"Don't you dare go easy on me, Pepsi Cola!" I huff, pumping my arms.
He grins wider. "Wouldn't dream of it, Texas."
Behind us, Two-Bit is already wheezing, shouting something about how his lungs aren't built for this. Steve barrels past him, determined not to lose face. Ponyboy lags just far enough behind to stay out of the madness, but he's smiling.
The corner comes fast. Soda skids, grabbing the stop sign like a swing, and rockets back the way we came. I nearly trip but recover, adrenaline pushing me forward. By the time the Curtis house comes back into view, Darry's standing in the yard, arms crossed, jaw tight, but his eyes are crinkled in a way that gives him away.
Soda reaches the porch first and throws his arms up in victory. I stumble in right after, bent over, gasping for air.
"Not fair," I pant. "Your legs are like a mile long."
"Oh, stop being a sore loser," He ruffles my hair with that stupid grin, and I swat at him.
Two-Bit collapses on the grass, groaning dramatically. "Tell my mother I love her."
Steve gives him a kick. "You don't even like your mother."
Pony finally jogs up, shaking his head. "Y'all are ridiculous. And I ain't buying ice cream."
Soda's still glowing with that boyish pride, bouncing on his toes like he could run the whole block again. He leans close, his voice warm. "You almost had me, you know."
I give him a crooked smile. "Oh, I know. I just didn't wanna damage your ego." Pony, Two-Bit, and Steve burst into laughter over something one of them said. Darry shakes his head like he's too old for this nonsense, and everything feels weightless. It's the golden kind of joy that only comes when the whole world narrows down to this: sunlight, shouting, and the greasers.
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