Your dearest, Sodapop.

Chapter 4 - chocolate cake

Steve. On god not Steve. He's gonna kill me if I do this too him. I wouldn't mind being dead right now but still. I cant let Soda down. That's the last thing I want to do. I reached Steve's door and thought too myself 'he's gonna hate me he's gonna hate me I'm gonna ruin everything'

I knocked.

I knocked again.

I shook the handle. Locked.

I banged on the door until finally, he answered. Red Puffy eyes. He looked ill. I let myself in before he closed the door on me.
"What are you doing here y/n." Steve asked in a Stirn, lifeless voice.
"I came to deliver something. I understand that you want to be alone right now. Trust me, I feel the same way. But I need to give this to you. I don't wanna let him down, Steve."
He looked at me with a confused look on his face, not sure what I was talking about.
"What are you talking about? Whose 'him'? What do you need to give me?" Steve asked. Throwing all these questions at me too fast too sink into my brain.
"Soda. Sodapop gave me a letter for you. He wants you too read it." I said looking at my shoes, holding the letter out. We just stood there for a good minute. He looked hurt and unsure of what too do. He soon grabbed the letter and sat on the couch, and I sat next to him. He opened it. His hands were trembling. I start to slowly rub his back to comfort him but he just continued to open a read the letter.

Dear Steve,

Hey man! I hope everything at the dx is alright. If you got this I probably let you down. I let everyone down. I let our country down. I'm really sorry. I tried my hardest, I really did. This is my first day here. They are making us write these just in case. I don't have alot of time so this might be short and I'm really sorry if it is. I hope you're doing ok. Please please please, try and be strong for me. I know this might be hard. Really hard actually. I love you so much man. You're the bestest friend I could ever ask for. You've always been there for me when I needed you the most. And I tried to be there for you as well. I hope I did an okay job at doing so. Good these letters are really putting me down. What if you are reading this right now? Gosh. What if I'm dead. Man, im gonna try and not over think it too much. I'll be fine! You'll be fine. Live your life to the fullest'! It's ok to take breaks from work, school and life. Breaks are important. Take as many breaks as you need. But just cause this happened doesn't mean you should stop living. Never stop living until it's your time. I guess my time was a little too early. But hey, it is what it is right? I love you so much Steve. Take care of Y/N for me. And most importantly, take care of yourself. Also, please check on my brothers. I'm sure they will get worried about you if you don't. Take care man. I love you so much.

Your dearest, Sodapop.

Steve let out a sigh. Then he smiled. I haven't seen him smile in so long. He started crying. Not super sad tears though. A mix of sadness, guilt, happiness, and I don't know what else too list. He hugged me.
"He's here. He's With us. Everything will be ok. I promise. We are gonna make it through this together. He's gonna help us get better. Alright?" Steve said in a caring voice. I looked up at him,
"You're Right. He is gonna help us. He always has and always will." I say with a small smile on my face. We hugged for a bit longer. I felt happy. I felt like someone actually understood what I was feeling. I told Steve I gotta deliver the rest.
"I gotta go give these to the rest. Please, Steve, talk to me. Whenever you want and need. I'll always be here for you."
He smiled at me and hugged my once more before I left off. I felt so happy. Well, not sun shines and rainbows happy. But I felt, better. I had hope that we would all get through this. I had faith in myself.