Sodapop Curtis: Enemies or Lovers?

Chapter 4

I felt something trickling on my face. I slowly flickered my eyes open, revealing Sodapop pouring a can of beer on my cheek.

"Sodapop! You fucking dick!" I jerked up and threw a pillow at him.

"Rise and shine, whore." He grinned.

"Fuck you, Soda." I rolled my eyes, trying to fully wake up.

"Say no more." He smiled, making his way to the kitchen. I huffed in annoyance.

"What's the time?" I asked angrily.

"Time you get a watch," he laughed at himself. 

"Time you get a better joke," I replied. I heard a laugh from the kitchen. It was Two-bit and Steve. They were sitting at the table eating toast. Ponyboy was also there, using the microwave.

"It's 10 past 9, Val. You got somewhere to be?" Ponyboy said.

"Yes, actually, I do. Can I use your shower Pony?" I asked. I didn't really feel comfortable showering with 5 boys in the house, but they don't seem like they would try anything weird.

"Yeah, course. It's just down there. He pointed behind him. The shower was right next to the kitchen. Oh god.

"You need help, Val, just call me." Soda winked jokingly.

"Ha-ha." I said sarcastically. I shut the shower curtain and got undressed. I placed my clothes on the side of the bath. It was quite easy to function, this shower. I took about 5 minutes. Then I realised - I had no clothes. I needed to borrow some.

"Pony! Can I borrow some clothes please! I didn't bring any with me!" I yelled for him.

"Pony ain't here darlin, you need something?" Soda asked. Steve and Two-bit laughed.

"I need clothes." I mumbled reluctantly.

"Well I can't hear ya from there, you're gonna have to come here and ask me." I could hear a smile through his voice.

"Oh for fucks sake. I'll just wear my old clothes." I growled. I fucking hate this guy.

"Relax Val, I'm kidding. I'll get ya some of mine." He chuckled, as I heard him go up the stairs.

I heard Two-bit and Steve whispering to each other and giggling. One of them got up and I heard them approaching the shower.

"Don't you even think about it." I snapped. They both cracked up into laughter like hyenas. They're so immature. I heard Soda coming downstairs.

"Here, I ain't lookin'." His arm shot past the shower curtain and he held a shirt and shorts.

"Thank you." I said, trying not to sound like a bitch. I used the towel hanging from the bar. It was hard to get dressed in the shower, I kept slipping.

"Do you guys mind turning away for a bit. It's impossible to get dressed in here." I said reluctantly. I hated that I had to do this.

"Yeah we do mind. But anything for Princess Europe, I guess." Steve said. They make me out to be so conceited. I guess it's just my accent.