𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

s.r. ~ easy

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Steve Randles' dorm.
Saturday, 1969.
15:09 p.m.

•••

"When are you never sexy?" says my boyfriend, Steve Randle, as he looks at me up and down.

I've been dating Steve since I was a freshman in college and we've been happy ever since. Only time I wasn't happy is when he would always ask me for cheat sheets. That's when our "study dates" started. It was my idea to have them since he and his roommate, Sodapop Curtis, would always be confused on the business material given to our class. Luckily, Sodapop is eager to learn. Not sure why Steve can't bear the thought of even reading a book.

"Enough of the sugar talkin'." I said, getting into his room. "Hey Soda, you ready for the test?" I asked as I saw him on his bed, looking at his notebook.

"Why the hell did I take business?" He groans.

"You said yourself, you wanted your own mechanic shop." I said as I sit on Steve's bed, facing Soda. "Can't we just get to that part already?"

"Being impatient is only makin' them dreams farther away so, get a grip on it." I said.

Steve sat down beside me, rubbing his hands together, preparing to supposedly 'study'.

"Hey sweetie, you got some notes from last week? Cause I was absent." Steve said, sitting next to me. "Yeah, I always got notes, you know that." I said, taking out the notebook from my bag. But right as Steve was about to grab it, I snatched it away from him just in time.

"Hey!" He yelps. "Oh no, you ain't gettin' these notes. You gotta find your own. I'm giving these to Soda." I said as I handed my notebook of notes to Sodapop. He grabbed my notebook with a confused face but didn't seem to question it and read my notes regardless.

"What? What did I do?" Steve shouts. "You can't keep asking me for notes and cheating off of me. You wanna be a good businessman? You learn and I know you can, you just don't want to do, I ain't bout to let you waste your life away like that." I scolded, standing in front of him, making him speechless and lose his smile a bit.

I realized what I said made me slightly carried away so I let out a huff and sat back down next to him and rub his back.

"You need to make it in life. You're smart and I know you are." I told him, softly.

"I'm still gonna give you my notes but next time, I don't wanna hear about askin for notes cause you didn't wanna go in for class or you didn't pay attention." He was quiet for a while and eventually let out a sigh.

"Okay, I promise I'll do better." He muttered.

"Good. Don't make me tell you again, okay?"

"Okay." He said.

"Alright, you wait for Sodapop to finish up with his notes. Maybe try readin' the book you never bothered to read." I said, taking the business book out his drawer and then handing it to him.

"But, ain't we in like- chapter 8 or somethin? I'm not gonna get it!" He said, scrolling through the pages.

"Then start from the beginning.." I said as I set the page right to the first one.

He looked at me then looked back at the book. Then he looked back at me with a face indicating that he was too lazy to do that.

"Read." I said.

•••

"There you go, you're done. You know it all!" I said as I tested Soda what he knew.

"Really? Yes!" He quietly celebrated as I laugh.

"I've gotta get back to my dorm. My roommate just got through a breakup and I think I need a go give her a hug." I said, packing my bags. "I'll see you guys later." I gave Sodapop a high five but right as I turned to Steve, I could see he was still reading his book and writing his own notes while lying down on his bed.

I got far too distracted helping Soda and since Steve barely made a noise, I barely noticed what he was doing.

I look at Soda, he looks back at me and we smirked while holding in a chuckle. I guess we didn't do too well since Steve noticed us immediately.

"What are you two gigglin' about?" Said Steve. "Nothing babe, you're doin great. I'm just about to head out." I said, putting my bag over my shoulder and putting my shoes on.

Steve walked me out and closed the door as we stood outside of his dorm. As he was walking me out, he could not stop flexing his hand and cracking his knuckles.

I look down at his hand and pointed it. "Hurts, don't it?" I said.

"What? Oh, my hand? No it's alright! Ain't nothin' to worry about." He said, shaking his hand to ease the pain from writing. I shot a grin and gave him a kiss on the cheek.

"Good luck tomorrow, baby." I said as I kiss him, but he kept kissing me. He let go.

"You're nervous aren't you?" I asked.

"What? No I'm not." He said.

"You kept kissing me out of the blue, that's what you always do when you're nervous."

"You know me too well." He said. "Nah, you're easy to understand." I said as we laughed.