Inconsquential Love ((Part Two))

Part 4

For seeing Soda I at least got to prepare beforehand. I put on a slightly snug black skirt that hit just above my knee and then a simple band tee with my little leather jacket over it and some doc martins. A bit of winged eyeliner and a red lip and I felt a little confident in myself. 

I had actually cooked dinner for Pony and Johnny - but nothing too fancy. I made a penne vodka with bacon crumble and put some in their tupperware to bring to Soda as almost a peace offering. God, I can't even believe Pony and Johnny have tupperware - this is seriously too weird for me sometimes.

We drove in Johnnys car which was a little worse for wear but got us where we needed to be. The town was still small and felt like you could get anywhere in about ten minutes or less. 

To my surprise we pulled up to a club that looked closed, dark. I pictured him in a garage somewhere. Even from outside though I could hear the music coming from in and I looked to both of the boys who seemed relaxed and used to this. I guess they showed up here a couple times.

Entering the club it was definitly closed and I took it that the band just practiced here whenever they got the chance to. I heard 'Money' by Pink Floyd playing and realized they must be covering it. 

They were in the back and barely noticed when we walked in, clearly vibing and zoning out. I felt my palms start to sweat as I saw Soda standing there, singing. Did I remember him being able to sing? Why wasn't this something I was more aware of?

He looked...

Amazing.

How could this man have somehow gotten more attractive? How? It didn't seem possible. He was in a black long sleeve shirt that hugged his chest and arms and had grown his hair out a little - not to mention the stubble on his face. His baby face was now older and a little scruffier but still, completely gorgeous.

I remember when I showed my cousin a picture of him in NY she looked at me like I was crazy to leave him.

She was right.

As the song finished he was absolutely glowing and he hopped off the small stage to grab a water. He saw Pony first and waved him over before noticing me staggering behind.

His jaw dropped. Literally, dropped. Seeing those blue eyes sparkle at me again for the first time in years made my knees weak. It felt unreal. Soda was here - right in front of me, as if I had never left.

"I don't believe it." He said as I approached. 

"Hey, Sodapop." I said, trying my best to look cute and hopeful. I must have been doing something right because the way he looked at me sent a chill down my spine. It was like he had never seen me before - or any women before - his eyes completely glued on me in this almost trance. I held out the food I made for him and he reached out, placing his hands ontop of mine as he held the container with me. "I uh, made you dinner?" I say, realizing how weird that must sound. "I mean, I made them dinner and I figured I'd bring you some too -"

"Hey, you doing alright, Soda?" Pony asked, looking a little worried as Soda broke out of it and smiled at him, all lit up.

"Yeah! Yeah, of course! Wow, I can't belive you came. Did you come because...because of Steve?" He asks. 

I nod solmenly as he puts the container down on the stage and comes back over to me. "Soda, I'm so sorry. Johnny called me and I just...I just wanted to be here." I say, hoping I was accepted. 

"Yeah, yeah that's cool, thank you." He says, lingering there. "Still kind of hard to belive he's gone." He laughs softly. "I mean, we grew apart a little, work and everything...but he was still my best friend."