I did this for Johnny, man.
• This is my first Wattpad creation, constructive feedback is appreciated! ♡
• I can take in requests, but it's not guaranteed I'll use them
• One story for each greaser
• Includes warnings and word count at the beginnin...
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Warnings: none
Word count: 650 words
(Your POV)
It was already dark around seven o'clock in the evening the next day when Sodapop came to my house in a gray-blue pickup truck. I jumped around excitedly - but still careful so he wouldn't see me - as he gracefully strode up the porch steps. I cautiously watched him from the front window. He brushed some dust off from his clothes and took a deep breath before knocking on the door.
I glided across the room and opened the door.
"Soda, hi!" I beamed, "Let's wait for meeting the parents 'till after." I shooed him out the door.
He kindly opened the door for me, then got into the driver's seat.
"Nice truck," I said.
"Thanks, it's Darry's, my brother's."
Soda smoothly looked me up and down and smirked, "You look beautiful." (I was wearing a loose tank top and jean shorts.)
"You happen to be a pretty boy yourself," I replied. He rolled his eyes playfully and started the engine. We drove to the outdoor spring festival in downtown Tulsa.
There were bright lights and fires in barrels and loud music. We parked on the side of the road and walked around downtown. We came across lots of good food trucks and socialized with some other greasers. Tim Shepard and the rest of the Shepard Outfit greeted us. One of the gang members got a bit too flirty with me and I felt Soda's grip around my waist grow tighter.
My favourite song came on, so I used it as the perfect opportunity to get out of the awkward situation: "Dance with me, Soda."
(I was thinking Y/n and Sodapop would dance to the song "Hey Lover" by Daughters of Eve, but if you can think of another song I'd love to hear suggestions!)😄
I took Soda's hand and guided him to the middle of the green space where clusters of people were dancing.
I examined other individual's dancing and winced, "One problem, though. I don't know how to dance."
He smiled his reassuring smile, "Step on my feet."
I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion, "What?"
Sodapop took my hands and I stood on his feet. He placed one hand on my lower back and kept my hand in the other. He started by shifting his weight back and forth to guide me until I found my balance. Soon enough, we were dancing perfectly.
Until I twisted my ankle...
Sodapop carried me bridal-style to a bench. We both couldn't stop laughing, despite tears streaming down my cheeks. Very carefully, Soda massaged my ankle while I was still half-crying, half-laughing.
Around eleven at night, Soda dropped me off and helped me to my doorstep. He knocked, and both of my parents opened the door.
"Hey, you two! Did you have fun?" My mom asked. She smiled brightly and told us to come in.
"Yeah, it was great mom," I replied and introduced Soda to my parents. He and my dad shook hands and made small talk. My mom whispered in my ear, "Good pick, he's incredibly handsome."
I slightly grinned and whispered back, "And very kind. He's perfect."
My mom examined my foot that was wrapped in a bandage, "Oh, darling, what happened to your ankle?"
"Oh, yeah! Twisted my ankle while dancing. It's not a big deal, just bruised is all."
"Well," Dad began, "I assume your parents will be expecting you home, Sodapop."
Soda shifted uncomfortably, "Actually, sir, my parents passed away a few months back."
There was an awkward silence and dad's face went red with embarrassment and pity, "I- I'm so sorry."
"I should go now," Soda said, "It was great to meet you, Mr. and Mrs. y/l/n."(Your last name)
