𝐞𝐧𝐯𝐢𝐬𝐚𝐠𝐞 || 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐦𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝟐

s.c. ~ dream

Tulsa, Oklahoma. Curtis' House.
Tuesday, 1965
12:03 a.m.

•••

Dating Sodapop Curtis is like a dream. He is so romantic and cute. He knows a good girl to be with when he see's one. I'm glad to be that girl. Our love sounds plain but to me, it's everything I've ever wanted.

Everyday, he'd compliment me and my looks even when I look terrible. He'd still compliment me even if I'm wearing a coffee stained sweater and baggy shorts I wear to sleep. I'd do the same although he wears flannels and oil stained jeans all the time.

When I'm on my period, he'd do everything he can to please me. I do get mad at him randomly and feel bad after. He knew what he was doing everytime I'm mad. He doesn't always give me snacks. Usually tries to cheer me up and make me feel better emotionally and physically.

I surprise him too. Studies say that men get flowers mostly at their funerals. So, a few times in a month, I'd give him a bouquet or one small flower and he'd love it which always makes me smile. When I give him a bouquet, he'd immediately put them in a vase. If I gave him one flower, he'd put them behind his ear of out it in his pocket on his shirt.

When it comes to a date, we always make it even. We both pay half for everything. Most of the dates we have, we go to fairs or amusement parks. He'd pay for the games and I pay for food. We like to keep it that way. Most of the time, both of us forget to bring enough money, so we find something else to do.

When the Socs mess with me, I knew how to fight back but there's always more than one person to mess with me. And if it is a few people, I try to fight back and somehow, Soda always shows up to help me.

•••

"I wish to tell you more things about snakes and my encounters with them before I moved here. But I'm really sleepy." I said. "I'd love to listen to more. Maybe tomorrow, we should sleep. It's midnight." Says Soda with his face buried in my chest and his arms around my waist. "I'll probably forget when I wake up, you know that." I said. "Well, we'll see. Maybe one of us will remember. Now c'mon, let's sleep."

"Night night." I said. "We're not kids Y/n." "Yeah but I like to say that more than goodnight." "Okay then, night night."

He gives me a kiss as I smile and fall asleep.

•••

I actually like to say night night. It hit different.