𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐁𝐢𝐩𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐫 ༺ ꜱᴛᴇᴠᴇ ʀᴀɴᴅʟᴇ

𝘙𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺

𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐘, 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄, Steve was fixing a car, with the front hood of the car open and with Steve mingling with it, he looked focused, he didn't look forced he seemed like he was used to it as his eyes scanned on the vehicle. 

Y/n frowned to herself, thinking that it seemed that Steve was more interested in cars, it was written on his face, he didn't have to say it nor admit it, the way he works proved it enough already, revealing the love he puts into fixing cars, it felt like it was his passion. 

The soc S/n quickly walked in the store to see Soda; the sight of Y/n alone made him look up from his magazine, "Hey, Y/n what brings you here? Here to convince Steve again?" Soda chuckled which gained a grin from the girl, "Kinda, I was just gonna ask if you would like an opportunity in my play as well, as a writer, or assistant or something" she awkwardly stated, she really felt bad for not seeming to include Soda in her plan, "Don't worry about me, Petunia, I'm fine where I am at" He gave a somber smile, "I would love to but I don't think I fit for any of the roles you'll give me" he added, "Besides I need to support my family, my brother so that he may go to school" 

"Of course, of course, but Soda please tell me if I can do something for you, anything." Y/n pleaded, "Why ask so suddenly?" he snickered, "I feel kinda bad" Y/n rubbed the back of her neck; Soda's expression changed into a genuine one, "Hey don't make a big deal about it, alright? I'm alright that you didn't include me, it's fine." Soda reassured, "I know, I know, It's just" the girl held her breath for a moment, "If you need anything, I'll help you, alright?" she smiled nervously which was enough for Soda to give her a smile to relax her, "Alright, I'll keep that in mind", "Also" Y/n began.

"Has Steve always been interested in.." she couldn't continue her sentence, "cars?" Soda looked out the window to look for Steve, "Yeah he's into alright, he's pretty good at it" Soda grinned, "Need a car fixed?" he questioned, "Oh no, no. Not really" she looked out the window. She was worried that she might be forcing Steve into acting even though it wasn't something he was interested in. "Got a cola?" she spoke without looking at the dark gold brunette boy, "Yeah, is that all you want?" Soda smiled, "Yes, please" she looked back at the boy and looked around the store to distract herself from the thoughts. She paid and tried to get out of the station unnoticed by Randle.

"𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐌𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐍𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋" Soda was leaning on the counter when Steve walking in the store holding a towel to wipe out the dust and dirt all over his hands, "What?" the boy questioned, "Y/n I mean" Soda perked up, "Yeah what 'bout her?" he placed the towel into a chair while trying to get a drink of his own in the shop's refrierator. Once he chose a soda he opened the can and went to the desk to place a penny for Soda to take and put in the cash register.

"She seems alright, she aint selfish or anything" Soda expressed, "She came by earlier" he added, "How come I missed her?" Randle questioned as he placed his drink down, "She didn't come by to say hello to you?" the Curtis faced his bestfriend, "No", "Well she did" Soda mentioned as he flipped through his newly found reading material, the newspaper. "What did she say?" Randle continued drinking his drink, "She just came to apologize to me that she offered you and me with nothin" the Curtis explained, "What did you say?" Steve finished his drink before throwing it to the nearest trashbin, "I just tell her there ain't nothin to worry about" he closed his newspaper to adjust his position in the chair to get into a more comfortable posture. 

"She's really a nice girl, bud. I think you'll be fine" Soda reassured, "Yeah what about Dal, he don't seem too excited 'bout it" Steve leaned on the counter, facing his bestfriend, "Don't worry nothin bout Dal, he's just scared for you" Curtist explained, "But this a big opportunity Steve, you could even come back to school." Soda grinned, "I don't know, I'll still think bout it" Randle stopped leaning before going to one of the aisles to fix products.

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐎𝐎𝐍 𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 the orange skies faded into shades of blues, the chirping of the birds went silent and were replaced by loud crickets that echoed the silent streets of the east part of town. Quiet chatter and laughter were heard once again in the Curtis household. With everyone staying there before calling it a day.

"Hey, Pone, you doing okay?" Soda opened the door of his shared room with Ponyboy. The younger Curtis lifted up his head to look at the dark gold brunette boy. "Yeah, I'm alright" he simply responded, "Watcha doing there? Homework?" Soda came in the room to see on what Pony was writing, "Sorta, If you can call it that" the light brunette Curtis scratched the back of his neck while still holding a pen, "What's it about?" Soda inquired, "It's a 3 page essay that we're required to do, with the topic of history" Pony responded before going back to writing once again, "Man I wish I can read it" Soda frowned, which mad Pony have a somber expression as well, "Are you gonna take for long?" Soda got up to go back to the entrance of the room, "Uh I'll wrap it up in a bit" Pony turned to his brother, "You better, don't forget to shower before going to sleep" Soda closed the door and proceeded to walk back in the living room where as everyone was.

"Steve" Soda mumbled before sitting besides him, "What's up buddy?" Steve turned to his best friend after sipping a beer, "Are you gonna visit, Y/n tomorrow?" Soda questioned, but the question was enough to make everyone silent and look at Steve, still wanting to figure out of he wanted to persue an acting career to save him out of the town. Dally at the other hand wasn't happy and proceeded drinking, "Are you still gonna accept the offer, Stevie?" Two-bit spoke as he chewed. "I don't know" Steve shook his head slowly as both palms slowly rubbed his jeans that covered his thighs. "Well if you are, I'm goin with you" Soda informed, "Why?" Randle questioned, "I just need to talk to her" Soda uttered, "Alright then"

Soda had already thought of a favor he could ask for Y/n, and he was going to tell her tomorrow