Uprising (Meg/Open)|FINISHED

[sodapop]

On his way home Sodapop noticed the sunset, yeah the sunset, his brother, Pony, was always talking about them and just now had Sodapop decided to take the time to look at it. It was just a bunch of pink and orange colors to him, he didn't get what was so great about it. However he couldn't take his eyes off natures light show, so he just stood there in the sidewalk looking up at the sky. It was pretty stupid, but suddenly he realized how much calmer he felt, is that why Ponyboy enjoyed them so much?

"Greaser!" Shouted someone from a passing car.

Scrunching up his nose, Sodapop continued down the street, lighting a cigarette on his way. What did the socs accomplish when they yelled greaser out their windows? More importantly why did they?
Sodapop stopped once again this time leaning against a brick wall, he watched the sunset closely trying to decide what color cloud he liked best. Probably the yellow, yellow was a cool color. All bright and cheery, Soda liked stuff like that.
He took another long drag on his cigarette and practiced blowing smoke rings, out of boredom.

[georgie]

outfit

Dance class was over for the day. That always made Meg Giry feel a little restless. There was nothing really left for her to do except wander around. She changed out of her dancing outfit into jean shorts and a plaid tank top with light blue converse on her feet. She pulled her blonde waves up in a ponytail and pulled her dance bag on her shoulder as she made her way out of the studio, putting her sunglasses on. She was trying to decide what to do. She couldn't think of anything so she decided to just wander around the city a bit before she went home.

Meg didn't really know what time it was but she looked up. The sun was setting. She pushed her sunglasses up onto her head and looked up at the sky. Gosh, that's a beautiful sunset... she thought. It reminded her of cotton candy or snowcones with all the colors. She never usually took notice of sunsets, since she was usually practicing her dances but today was just different today. Someone's shouting brought her out of her thoughts.

"Greaser!" Meg jumped a bit at that voice. It came from a car that was driving past and it wasn't directed at her. Who do they mean...?" she thought and then looked around. She then saw a guy who looked familar...but she couldn't place where she knew him. She watched him as he stopped and realized she saw him the other day when her car broke down. She went over to him and said, in her her soft voice, "Excuse me...? I think I saw you the other day...? You and your friend thought I was a member of the British mob or something like that...?"

[sodapop]

footsteps sounded from beside him and quickly Soda turned toward them, it was that blonde from the other day. He couldn't help but smile at remembering that day but he stuck his cigarette in his mouth and turned back around hoping she didn't notice him smiling at her. Perhaps the girl wouldn't recognizes him and just continue walking, Soda didn't have a single problem with that. Thought he wouldn't mind talking to someone, he didn't think he made a to good impression on this girl, in fact he didn't even get her name, but that's what happens when your talking to a girl and Dallas Winston is involved. He took another puff of his cigarette.

Then the unexpected happened, the girl came up to him, "Excuse me...? I think I saw you the other day...? You and your friend thought I was a member of the British mob or something like that...?"

Gutsy girl, he thought flicking away his cigarette carelessly before Sodapop turned to her and grinned, "Naw, Dally thought you were a member of the mob. I said you were to pretty," He pressed his tongue up to the roof of his mouth and smirked even wider, "And I still think you are."
Gah, Soda thought, your so cheesy. He lowered his head, shaking it as he did and chuckling too.
"Sorry about that by the way, Dallas can be... A bit-" He couldn't find the word for what Dallas was and really didn't want to, so he changed the subject. "That girl he was talking to, she wasn't a friend of yours was she?"

[georgie]

Meg wouldn't be surprised if the guy didn't remember her. Back in Paris, no one remembered her. She was either the "petite blonde angel", "Madame Giry's daughter" or "Christine Daae's friend". Everyone forgot her name back at the Opera. No one knew she even had a name really, apart from Christine and her mother. It got rather annoying, honestly. She had a name and she liked people to use it but she was getting use to not having a name, she guessed.

Miss Giry always believed things happened for a reason. It was something she learned back in Paris and what do you know? Something she learned there stuck. She was taught many things growing up in the opera but that seems to be the only thing that stuck. Miss Sorelli, the prima ballerina (or lead ballet dancer), taught all that ballet girls that and they always quoted her saying "As Miss Sorelli always says, everything happens for a reason." She was a very wise lady, that's for sure. Believing that, maybe it wasn't an accident she was seeing this guy again.

"Naw, Dally thought you were a member of the mob. I said you were to pretty," "Oh, that's right..." Meg said, embarrassed she remembered wrong...well slightly wrong. "And I still think you are." She wasn't sure if he was telling the truth or not with that smirk but that comment made her blush. "Thank you..." she murmered softly. "Sorry about that by the way, Dallas can be... A bit-" "It's all right." she said, "No bruise, no fowl." "That girl he was talking to, she wasn't a friend of yours was she?" Meg shook her head. "No," she told him truthfully, "Never saw her before in my life." She then realized she never introduced herself. "I'm Meg, by the way, Meg Giry."

[sodapop]

The blond was blushing at Soda's compliment, he liked this girl she wasn't giggly and she didn;t wear to much makeup, unlike most of the girls he knew. She even said thank you when she was called pretty, now that was something to admire.
"No problem." He leaned back now wishing he hadn't flicked his cigarette away he reached into his pocket and opened up his pack which was unfortunately empty.
"Damn." He mumbled under his breath, he looked back at the girl who was rapidly answering all his questions. He had know idea he asked that many, sometimes he just let himself talk to much, he wouldn't even realize it either.

"I'm Meg, by the way, Meg Giry."

"Sodapop Curtis," And like he always did when he introduced himself, he held out his hand and gave a crooked grin, usually he'd pull his hand back in but this time he didn't, realizing it he quickly pulled it in and smiled once more.
"So where you coming from? I just got off work." Soda paused and looked at Meg, would this girl think it was weird he was working? Did she even have a job, she couldn't have dressed like she was. Then it occurred to him that this girl would just be another High Class snob who lived off her parents money, he stomach knotted up, nah, she couldn't be she was far to nice and didn't look at Sodapop like he was garbage. Like most girls like her should.

[georgie]

Meg didn't think the guy was talking too much. She felt like she was talking too much. Even though she hardly said anything. She wasn't use to talking so much. Back at the Opera, there wasn't much time for talking. All they did was practice and have her mother yell at all the "ballet rats", as they were called, saying they weren't good enough so they would continue to work harder. She hated being pushed like that but at the same time she missed it.

"No problem." Miss Giry didn't realize it but she was still blushing. No one had ever called her pretty before...well, that she knew of. She couldn't help but smile softly at that. Honestly, her day was made by a guy calling her pretty. Most girls would think she was lame but anyone who knew her wouldn't.

"Sodapop Curtis," Meg grinned and shook his hand. "It's very nice to meet you, Sodapop." she said, "You have a very unique name. Never heard one like it before." Anyone could tell she didn't mean anything bad by that comment and that she was being truthful.

[sodapop]

"Yeah, dad was a character." The uniqueness of his name, wow, everyone commented on that. He merely just smiled, his dad never told him why he was named Sodapop he and Pony used to joke around about Darrel being the only one with a normal name, but for some reason that stopped the day his parents died. Back when he was in grade school everyone found away to make fun of his name calling him stupid stuff like, Sodacan, never bothered him though, it was just a bunch of little kids poking fun at him. He thought for a moment, "Eh, not that unique considering my brothers name is Ponyboy."


He lifted his head back up to the sunset which was fading quickly, "Sure is pretty huh?"
Soda wondered if Meg had even seen the sunset herself. Maybe it was something only certain people took notice in, like Ponyboy, man his brother sure was an oddball. He looked away and began looking into the girls blue eyes, now there was a color you;d never see in a sunset. Suddenly he burst out laughing for no reason entirely.

[georgie]

"Yeah, dad was a character." Meg smiled a bit. "I never knew my dad....my mom picked my name, since he either left her before I was born or died...I don't honestly know what happened first." She smiled kind of weakly and shrugged a bit, "But that's life for ya." "Eh, not that unique considering my brothers name is Ponyboy." "I think your name and his are very unique." she said, "Of course, mine not really anything special so..."

"Sure is pretty huh?" Meg looked over at the sunset. "It really is." she said softly, "I never stopped to watch the sunset in Paris....of course, I was too busy rehearsing...."[/i] The colors ever so beautiful. She should remember to watch them more often. She looked back at the guy and he started laughing. "...What's so funny?" she asked. Did she miss something?

((sorry it's short XD))

[sodapop]

"I never knew my dad....my mom picked my name, since he either left her before I was born or died...I don't honestly know what happened first."

That was depressing, at least he knew what had happened to his parents, when here Meg knew nothing. He put his arm over her shoulder after he noticed her weak smile, "S'alright Kiddo, if it makes you feel any better both my parents are gone to."

He unwrapped his arm quickly. Soda had come to a definitive decision that Meg was an incredibly shy person, that bugged me, he didn't like the quiet type, because he wasn't quiet himself. And she had yet to laugh even when Sodapop just started out of nowhere, he looked at Meg and poked her right in the center of her forehead. Then he gave her a devilish smile, "I'm laughing 'cause despite the fact that your pretty, your insanely quiet."

He bit his bottom lip, "Were you raised by mice?"

[georgie]

"S'alright Kiddo, if it makes you feel any better both my parents are gone to." Meg was slightly curious what sort of word was the word "kiddo". No one back in Paris had ever called her that. "I'm so sorry." she said, a little surprised when he put his arm around her shoulders. "My mom's still alive, she's back in Paris drilling those ballet girls. Dad's never coming back. But I've accepted it."

Miss Giry remembered what Hector told her. "If you can light up on pointe, you can light up as a human being. Try smiling; open you mouth and show your teeth. It helps. I promise," he had said. She took that into consideration.

"I'm laughing 'cause despite the fact that your pretty, your insanely quiet." Meg shrugged a bit before he said, "Were you raised by mice?" Now that made her laugh. It was a light pretty sound that came out of her as a pretty smile lit up her face. "No, I wasn't." she said, "Even if the Paris Opera's diva, Carlotta, called us ballerina's "ballet rats"."

[sodapop]

"I'm so sorry... My mom's still alive, she's back in Paris drilling those ballet girls. Dad's never coming back. But I've accepted it."

Soda raised an eyebrow in surprise, who could just except their father disappearing? He still hadn't gotten over the fact that his dad was never coming back even if he kept it quiet, Soda shook the thought out of his head before he could start bawling, he had done that once before and he wasn't going to just sit down and cry again. "Well, that's good I guess."

Then finally Meg laughed, he tried not to smile but eventually preventing it became a difficult task. So a wide grin spread across his face, and his brown eyes lit up. "See there you go, and guess what? Your even prettier when you laugh, so try it more often."

"No, I wasn't.... Even if the Paris Opera's diva, Carlotta, called us ballerina's "ballet rats".

"Hmmm, she sounds sweet!" Soda declared sarcastically, "Unless of course rats in French means something else then rats in English."

[georgie]

"Well, that's good I guess." Meg nodded a bit. "I know people usually don't except those kind of things but, over seventeen years, I've more or less come to terms that he's never coming back. I never knew him anyway so it's a bit easier, I imagine, they it would be if I knew him." She shrugged slightly.

When she laughed, Meg's dark blue eyes sparkled and her face was bright, making her look even lovelier than she would know. "See there you go, and guess what? Your even prettier when you laugh, so try it more often." She blushed again, still smiling, "Really? I am?"

"Hmmm, she sounds sweet!" "Oh, she definately is." she said, also sarcastically. She rolled her eyes. "Unless of course rats in French means something else then rats in English." "Oh no," she said, "Rat as in the vermin....she doesn't like the ballerinas very much."

[sodapop]

"Really? I am?"

He threw her a questioning look, "Aren't you just a bucket full of confidence."
Seriously, how could girl that cute have not even a bit of an idea of how pretty she was, sure that was kind of a good thing, at least she wasn't arrogant. Okay, so he was complaining over nothing, but come on she could at least have a little confidence in herself.

"Oh no... Rat as in the vermin....she doesn't like the ballerinas very much."


"Well us vermin gotta stick together then," Soda tousled Meg's blonde hair, and smiled at her he now saw why she thought so little of herself, this ballet diva had been calling her a rat all her life! If that wasn't a confidence killer then what was? "Hey, speaking of sticking together, we should really consider hanging out later. You look like you could use a friend who's not in ballet slippers."

And Soda could use a friend who wasn't a rough and tumble, greasy hood. But hey, them greasers gotta stick together.

[georgie]

"Aren't you just a bucket full of confidence." Meg rolled her eyes and smiled a bit. She knew she didn't have much confidence but it wasn't her fault. It was the stupid diva Carlotta's...and her mom's but that was another story. She was confident in her dancing, that was about all she was confident with.

"Well us vermin gotta stick together then," "Yeah, I think so." she said, his smile making her smile. She never minded being called a ballet rat. It was just something she thought was done in all theater groups with a diva like Carlotta.

"Hey, speaking of sticking together, we should really consider hanging out later. You look like you could use a friend who's not in ballet slippers." "Yeah," she said, "That'd be fun. Don't really have many friends and honestly none that aren't in ballet slippers." Meg smiled. It'd be good for her to have a friend not in her dance classes.

[sodapop]

"Yeah... That'd be fun. Don't really have many friends and honestly none that aren't in ballet slippers."

Sodapop smiled though he hadn't really stopped the whole time he was talking to Meg, this was going to sound real corny but he liked that chick, she was a refreshing step up from what he was used to. Sure he'd been thinking that a lot when he ran into most girls outside of East Windrixville, and that's because it couldn't be more true. God, I have to stop letting Pony read pages of his books to me, their really screwing with my head. He thought, then glancing at Meg and preparing to sound super epic corny he said, "Why don't you meet me at the pier around five on Saturday?"

Soda wouldn't let her reply, if she said no he didn't want to hear it, because usually if they didn't get the chance to tell him they couldn't go, they'd show up. That and he was running late for work, like insanely late, Steve was probably covering for him but he still had to get to the shop and he had about another twenty blocks of walking to do, so he waved at Meg and began, once again descending down the street. Only turning back once he got the the corner, "Hey! It was nice talking to ya twinkle toes!"

FIN.