built for sin~ sodapop curtis

eleven

a/n: incase y'all didn't know soda is 17 in this story, he will have just turned 17 since it was fall when iris came back and his birthdays in october, i know he'd technically be turning 16 in the story but it's fine.

third person

redamancy. the act of loving one who loves you. sodapop curtis and iris ripley both fell for one another. it wasn't what they'd planned, nor expected, but it isn't something they regret. it's something beautiful, that they didn't even realize existed.

but, although neither of them know the others true feelings, they believe that because of their past, it could never happen. 'he'd never like me that way' repeats in iris's brain, day after day swarming her thoughts. 'i like to believe that one day she'll feel the same, but i doubt it' soda had told steve one night as they closed up the dx.

they're both clueless.

iris's pov

"how? how the hell does that even happen?" i asked closing the door behind me. "uhm, because we aren't very smart?" soda asked. i looked around at the mess in the curtis house, knowing darry would flip if he saw it.

"you know if darry gets home he's gonna kill you all right?" i asked. "yeah," they all said in unison. "who threw the cake?!" i asked looking at the cake on the wall. i actually need girl friends.

"me," two-bit admitted. i sighed as i stepped in pillow feathers. "can someone explain what happened please?" i asked. "well, johnny and i got home and steve was mad that dally beat him in an arm wrestle, so they were actually wrestling and then ran into two-bit while he was eating cake and watching mickey, so two-bit joined in and well here we are," ponyboy said.

i sighed and went into the kitchen grabbing a garbage sack. i went back into the living room and started cleaning it up.

"no iris don't clean our mess we can do it," soda said. "yeah you shouldn't have to clean it," johnny agreed. "we got it," pony said. "that's sweet and all, but we all need to help if we don't want to start planning all of our funerals," i said and they laughed. "even-," "yes dally even you, you can get off your ass every once in awhile," i interrupted him.

they all began helping me, grabbing wet cloths, vacuum, etc.

it wasn't perfect, but it was clean enough by the time darry got home. "why are you all on the floor?" he asked when he walked in. "we're tired," steve said. "from what?" darry asked stepping over us. "cleaning," we all said in unison. "why'd you clean?" he asked laughing. "iris made us," two-bit said. "why'd you make 'em clean?" he asked me.

"because they're all lazy pigs ," i replied and he laughed. "thanks," he said and i nodded.

"the cover story worked perfectly," soda said as he walked me home. "luckily," i replied. "i don't know how we even get ourselves in those situations," he chuckled softly. "because we're greasers, remember?" i asked grabbing his hands, starting to walk backwards.

"you do realize your house is the other way right?" soda asked. "mhm," i hummed. "where are we going?" he laughed. "to be the greasers everyone thinks we are," i replied and he rose an eyebrow.

"do you trust me?" i asked. "of course i do," he said. "then come on," i said. i started running down the street until we were in town. "where are you taking me?" he asked laughing. i looked around us and the first place i spotted was a tattoo shop. "come on," i said dragging him in. "darry'll kill me iris," he laughed. "well, watch me get one then?" i asked. he thought for a second then smiled.

"why don't we get matching ones?" he suggested. "i like that idea," i said. we went up to the counter and looked at the different designs. we both looked at two and then at one another.

"we'd like these please," i said. "take a seat,"

time skip

"where were you two?! i thought you were walking her home soda?" darry asked when we walked inside. "don't get mad," i said. "oh great," he said. "we just wanted to do something fun, it's my fault," i said. "what'd you do?" he asked.

i pulled my hair up into a high messy bun and showed him, what was now two butterflies, behind my ear. "you guys got tattoos?" he asked in shock and we nodded. soda pulled up his sleeve and showed his new compass tattoo. "matching tattoos," soda corrected. "how are they matching?" darry asked.

"because that's a compass, and butterflies migrate north," i replied. "i don't have the energy to get mad since i actually like it, so go to bed i'll tell your dad you're here iris," he said.

"thanks dar, goodnight," i said. "oh by the way pony feel asleep on mom and dads bed so you don't have to sleep on the floor," he added as i walked with soda. "thanks," i said. "do you have a change of clothes i could borrow?" i asked. "yeah sure," soda smiled and handed me his hoodie and sweats. "thank you," i smiled.

"i'll let you change," he said and left the room. i changed into the clothes and they smelled just like him. i opened the door and soda came back in.

soda's pov

she looked beautiful. like always, but wearing her hair in a messy bun, with my clothes on, she looked absolutely breath taking. once i had also changed, we laid there in bed.

"it's weird not sleeping on the floor," she laughed. i loved her laugh. "i'm sure the beds more comfortable," i replied and she laughed again. "goodnight sodapop," she said rolling over. "goodnight iris," i said and rolled over the opposite way.