𝐌𝐘 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍 :: 𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘵𝘪𝘴

𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳.

𝘱𝘰𝘯𝘺𝘣𝘰𝘺

"hey pone!" soda greeted excitedly.

"hey soda?" i exchange him a look.

"what?" he asks, still having a smile on his face.

"what did you do now?" i groaned, placing my hand over my face.

"well, i bumped into y/n today so i invited her over this weekend!" he jumped up and down.

i immediately shot up in disbelief, "you did what?!"

"i said," he gave me a more sassy tone. "i invited y/n over this weekend!"

my face went to a more angry and disappointed look, i threw my book the ground and tackled soda to the ground. we rolled around on the ground a million times until i got ahold of him, my fist was ready in the air when the door swung open to a frustrated darry, he yanked me off of soda where we stood 6 feet apart from each other.

"now what the hell is going on here?!" darry practically yelled.

"he invited y/n over!" i pointed at soda like a child.

"so what?! what are you so worked up about, you guys are literally boyfriend and-"

"don't you say boyfriend and girlfriend, i will saw your-"

"enough!" darry shouted. "now i want you, soda, in your bedroom. pony you stay down here with me."

soda huffed before walking off to the bedroom we share, i sat down on the couch just ready for darry to give the yelling done already.

"you're gonna sit right there and tell me, what went on between you and y/n, right now." he stated firmly.

"do i really have to?" i tiredly asked, he nodded. "well it all started out-"

just as i tried to get to the real story, two-bit and steve break into our house with packs of beer. "hey superdope! the party people are here!"

darry gave up, "i'll try and talk to you about this later, for now go upstairs and do your homework."

i did what was instructed and went upstairs to see soda passed out on our bed, i began to work on my letter to mrs. bridgers, the only way to get out of some grief of losing the girl of my dreams.

a/n: sorry if this is short, i'm really stressed right now but i wanted to write so yeah.