Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders nor any of the characters in it, I am a humble fan. If I did own the book then I would not be telling you all of my little stories, I would be giving them to my publisher.
Author's Note: I've been reading a ton of Outsiders fanfictions lately and got the idea to write one of my own. This story takes place a few years in the future of the book, when our beloved character gets a call from Soda of a book he has to go read. I may or may not continue with this so please R&R. If people like it then I may continue when I am not working on my other story. Enjoy!-Stellan
This better be good Soda, I thought as I walked down the street towards the bookstore. My last class had just ended and the next one
was in about forty-five minutes, giving me enough time to go into town. I heard from either Darry or Soda daily now that I was in college.
Soda had insisted I go to the nearest bookstore to look for some book that I had to read under punishment of cake in my hair over
Christmas break. He would do it too.
The bell rang three times as I opened the door and I saw a boy maybe a year younger than myself look up from the counter then go back
to reading something. Supposedly this book had been out for a while, a few years maybe. I looked up and down the shelves wondering
how Soda would even come across a book at all, let alone one he would remember the title of. Towards the middle of the store I
reached the shelf for authors 'H'. It was a few minutes before I spotted the book, pulled it off the shelf, and actually had to wipe a thin
film of dust from the cover. This bookstore was a wreck no wonder is was dusty. The dust cleared to reveal a cover, which made my
heart stop and my face pale, and in letters on the top was the title "The Outsiders".
I forced a laugh this was ridiculous. Hurriedly I flipped the book over to read the back and sure as the sun beating down was a summary
which was just as chilling. My eyes picked out that one single word which I was looking for 'Ponyboy'. This was too scary. I was trying
to believe that Soda had some how planted this when I opened the cover to see the copyright date a few years back. This was real.
I was sweating as I brought the book up to the cash register and put the money down on top of it. The boy looked from the book to my
face, then to the book to my face, and over again. "You know, you kinda look like the guy on the cover," He said with a grin, ringing up
the book and handing it back to me.
I just shrugged and walked out; I had to get back to class. Tonight, back at the dorm I would read this book and find out why my name
was on the back. Why my face was on the cover. And if all this book contained was true.