First off, if you don't like sad things then don't read this. Ok if you are still reading this then you might cry. I'm warning you. I did. Ok here it goes. I was looking at things in the official website for the book and movie of The Outsiders, www.theoutsidersbookandmovie.com, and I decided to go on the FAQ's. So I went to the FAQ about the book and each of the questions. There were only three. When I got to the last question, I couldn't believe it. Here is exactly what it said: In a special feature on the DVD The Outsiders: The Complete Novel, Rob Lowe reveals that S. E. Hinton told him that Soda dies as a result of the Vietnam War two weeks before his 19th birthday, in order to help Rob Lowe better understand his character. It's never stated or even hinted at how "his brother's took it".
See? Be sad. I was. I'm sorry if I crushed any of your hearts, but that's how I felt. If you want proof that I didn't make this up follow these directions: Go to www.theoutsidersbookandmovie.com, then go to the FAQ section.(Scroll down on the page a little and you will find it.) Then go to FAQ on the book and scroll through the questions. The last question will be: Does Sodapop die in the Vietnam War? If so, how did he and how did his brothers take it? Read the answer. I'm sorry if I made you sad.
See? Be sad. I was. I'm sorry if I crushed any of your hearts, but that's how I felt. If you want proof that I didn't make this up follow these directions: Go to www.theoutsidersbookandmovie.com, then go to the FAQ section.(Scroll down on the page a little and you will find it.) Then go to FAQ on the book and scroll through the questions. The last question will be: Does Sodapop die in the Vietnam War? If so, how did he and how did his brothers take it? Read the answer. I'm sorry if I made you sad.
Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy is this flour or sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the kitchen in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her by the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
“Daddy is this flour or sugar!”
“Daddy these are burnt!”
Faith was in her high chair, making a giant mess with the Cheerios, Logan was just eating the waffles, and Grace was attempting to mix the waffle batter.
This was not working.
I was trying to make (Y/N) breakfast in bed for Mother’s Day with the kids, but we were failing miserably.
(Y/N) walks into the kitchen in her pajamas. As soon as she saw the mess we made, her eyes got wide.
I walk over to her. Grab her by the waist and give her a quick kiss. “Ok go put clothes on, we’re going out for breakfast.” She smiles. “Happy Mother’s Day, babe.”
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
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The cars zoomed by.
“This makes me so nervous.” you say.
“Why?” Soda asks, smiling.
“What if the cars blow up, and we die? Or what if they crash? Or-“
“Hey it’s going to be fine,” He interrupts you. “Have some popcorn.”
“But what if I’m eating popcorn and the cars blow up and we die?”
“Then I’ll blow up and die eating popcorn with the girl I love.”
And he kisses you on the lips.
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Soda’s Perspective
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 year old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the couch to give her a hug.
“I love you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”
“Daddy, do I look ok?” Grace asks. I put down my newspaper to look at my 15 year old daughter. Wow.
“You look beautiful, sweetheart.” It pained me to see her going on her first date. But I was smiling.
“I’ll be good, Daddy, I promise.”
I grin. Exactly what her mother said to her dad on our first date.
“I know.” I manage to say. “You’re a good kid.”
“Not like Faith,” Grace grins. Oh my Faith. Nine years old and already had a “boyfriend”. She was completely hilarious.
“Not like Faith.” I smile.
I get up off the couch to give her a hug.
“I love you Daddy.”
“Love you too, sweetheart.”
“You’re still going to be the first boy I fell in love with.”